I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

I know that you were there in my dreams and in my arms Every dream we

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything