MIA KERNAGHAN

He said that my poems were based off of boys and broken-hearted; I could not lie and say that was not true. I shook my head, admitted to...

I woke up at 3 A.M., forgetful that I was sleeping in your bed. And I rolled on my side, saw you there, and felt a wave of relief. I...

I knew it- somehow. I already knew before he could say her name. I knew it from the way we slept with our backs turned. From the way we...

“How could anyone ever leave someone like you in the morning?” I imagined that this is what peace felt like, -like Heaven on Earth at 7...

Languor is a Monday morning when he leaves for work and you keep your eyes closed, pull a blanket over your head and hear his car start...

I found love in a dark room, on a street named Carriage, in a winter that sent me fleeing inside. I found a boy with skin like stone, who...