you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.

A heart left cold
Will break

To love
the present
from the past

To love
the future
with the present

To love
the future
besides the past

To love
the past
without a future

It’s possible to love someone
beyond their demons. The devil
was an angel and all that. It’s
possible to stay inside and still
be free men. Please just put
down the monster-- that’s
not your hat.

I've got a mind full of unsaid things.
There's things I should've said but I wrote them out instead.
You won't hear the words unsaid 'cause if I said you wouldn't listen, if I did it wouldn't make a difference.