And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
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
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
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…
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
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
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me