I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face

Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?

And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from

I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,

We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric

Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.

He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…

I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together

Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,

Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze

Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows

morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights

Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact

dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face

Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,