She shed a tear into the barren earth.
I watched it sprout, snow white.
Blinding,
She saw it,
Stopped crying.
Now there's a white flower,
In the dry cracked earth.
Cry your heart out,
It'll be better soon.

I miss you in the quiet hours,
in morning light and passing showers.
Your name still lingers in my chest—
a ghost I made, who won't find rest.

I dream of you with aching grace,
then wake and can't forget your face.
But every tender thought is chained
to all the ways I caused you pain.

I held a heart I didn’t earn,
then lit a match and watched it burn.
Now love feels like a cruel refrain—
a song of guilt I can’t explain.

If I could take it back, I would,
rewrite the parts I misunderstood.
But echoes only answer me—
and none of them can set you free.

You set me in the sun to grow,
fed my roots with tender rain.
But when your hands reached for me,
I broke—dry petals slipping through your fingers.

I now grieve the flower I almost was,
longing to bloom as you once imagined.
But now your care drifts elsewhere,
and I remain beneath this burning sky,
waiting for my final petal to fall.

Empty brain, filled mind,
Hollow heart, beats fast.
Shaky hands, tired arms,
Haunted, lives in the past

maybe if i write about you enough
spread proofs of our love on the internet

let strangers know how we used to dance
the gods from the satellite will bring us closer

maybe they are playing games with us
shooting our waves south to north

the earth is round
we will find each other again

it’ll be a Thursday
and the moon will be shining

when we do meet,
you’ll look like me — maybe older.
your firm hand will hold mine
and i disappear in you.