Because if I do
I’ll fall apart
And I want to be strong
For whenever you need a shoulder

Here I am
For the second time this week
Wishing I could get a good nights sleep

I still miss you.








god, how I miss you.

I don't want to heal,
if it means losing the last thing I have left of you.

My hand stretches out.
I touch.
My mind's eye catches yours.
I connect.
My imagination takes over.
I dream.
My love depends.
I fall.
Softly.

My senses come to terms with my surroundings.
I am looking in the mirror, delving into my soul.

I've connected with my loneliness.

Yawns are contagious,
And so are colds.

And apparently,
So are smiles.

1.

Fame or glory
Written in
a Sunday morning

Watching 44
sunsets
As I helped
put
the finger
on the
trigger

Prayers keeping
pieces of
me together

Brick walls were
bleeding
Words lost their
faith
Hope was
scratching
calling my
name

And I’m not sure if
time
has become my
friend
or my enemy