If I had known beforehand
That falling in love
And ending up heartbroken
Were synonymous
I wouldn't have taken the jump

Can your hear?
Death is near,
It is her,
Whispering,
In your ear.

I waited for An Epiphany until it got dark,
fixing my gaze on the back-lights of cars
blinking against the depressed black sky
I waited for you, you went and got high.

I met a boy once with eyes wilder than mine
who wrote poetry about me for quite some time,
after I broke his heart when we were fifteen,
from that summer, I was nobody’s prom queen.

I died a hundred deaths when I was sixteen, sweet
dancing with darkness out on the street.
I had pretty clothes so pretty I clothes I wore,
Hidden beneath were secrets, nightmares, flaws.

When I was seventeen I started to smoke,
scared of broken dreams and squandering hope.
My mother said I have an old soul,
underwater I feel ninety years old.

You tell me twice I feel everything too much,
Eighteen years-young, kiss to kiss, touch to touch.
I drove you out to the Peaks one night so you’d understand,
picked you up later, took hold of your hand.

Now nineteen and still half grown,
tiptoeing around myself when I’m alone.
Hold me close, follow me through my head,
to my dark thoughts, be golden thread.

It's only six-twenty three
it seems way later
like at least six-twenty four

I was still young
it's like I have aged ten years
the past two

time is relative
Einstein mathematically
proposed

but I am beginning
to wonder these times
might they be

exponential?

I say I said I spoke
trying to enunciate
how things change

anything and all
adapt to seasons
that is obvious

for nothing
remains with
the ticking clock

untouched
nor can tocks be undone
or seconds stopped

immutable are
only the hours and second hands
mine are dust

that touched you
long ago with sweetness
when

the clock did seem to
pause
take a break

or was that too-
all in my head?

When there is infinity,
there is never truly uniqueness.
Perhaps in the moment,
a minor blip in existence.
But an atom in the never-ending string,
is only that.
They say a snowflake is never the same
as the others that fall around it.
For some that is a warming thought indeed.
But they are all snowflakes one in the same.

It's racing through my blood,
Once a puddle, now a flood.
Lighting fire to my every limb,
You're so good as I breathe you in.

Say Goodnight, My love
Come to my shimmering dreams
Dance with me till dawn