closing my eyes as the sunlight kissed the window
a blooming rose lightly caressing my face,
confessing his deep, passionate love,
wrapping his leaves around me,
protecting me with his mild, earthy scent,
loving me with softness and strength.

A wizard from Tunbridge Wells
made matzoh with his spells
but instead of water
he added his daughter
and couldn't get rid of the smells

so this wicked 'un from Tunbridge
Decided to take umbrage
at his lack of sense
at his daughter's expense
'N fell into an apoplectic rage

He ranted and raved with such yells
the snails took refuge in their shells
till he jumped in the bray
of his daughter's fray
the old wizard from Tunbridge Wells

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

We will be the willows,
Resolving to live,
Bending with the storms,
Not the cottonwoods
Refusing change,
Standing rigid,
Breaking in the gales.

I like
being alone
but not
feeling alone-
is there a word for that?

Hello love
Hello trouble
Love most differently can be that.

Have you questioning your nerves.
Or why you even went down this journey?

There is no way to investigate it.
Sure you can try to search for it.
The best way to deal with it.
Is to simply forget it.

I think I would do
anything for a one way
ticket out of here

5:44 PM
3/4/21

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."