Tobacco and wine
Flowers and pine
Our love was bittersweet
I loved how I hated you
And you hated how you loved me
Together, a chaotic symphony

As a writer
I just want my words to reach out
With nimble hands
And play
the bright strings of light that connect us
Like a harp
To send vibrations through the world
Along these passage ways
And maybe stumble along
Finding the red strings to peoples hearts
And pluck at them lightly
Sending out notes
A bit deeper than before
In hopes of reminding them
How important it is
To feel something .

The boy fell down the stairs
and on to his head,
to soon find out
that he'd never be "normal" again.