Los Angeles

​I:
Fuck,
I love my life.
 
And I love saying fuck.
I know it isn’t ladylike.
 
I know that there is a fine line
between edgy and inappropriate
 
But it feels good.
Feels free.
 
II:
Today I restocked my growing
shelf of crystals and candles.
 
They told me to be intentional
so I threw out all your things.
 
That old photograph of us..
Your favorite sweater.
 
I don’t need keepsakes to remind me
That you will never change.
 
III:
I saw the blood moon.
Giant. Mesmerizing.
 
It reminded me this city is big
and I am small.
 
A coffee shop can be found
on every corner.
 
I always suspected
That’s where she’d find me.