I bet I am
More sad than you.
I know I am
That's all I knew.
I know I will
Be happy but.
Right now I'm stuck
In this sad rut.

The season before this, I
Thought not of you.
I wish I could say this...
It wouldn't be true.
My love is a wave that
Falls towards the shore,
And quickly escapes
Whenever is bored.
But the catch about that is
A wave only leaves
When beauty of air depletes it
A breeze.
If you are the wind, that
Blows into days, I
Only do hope that your gust
Comes to stay.
And never do stray,
But I've wished that in past.
If so you do leave, thy wind
Equals wrath.

I wish that I
was filled with stars
intricate, intimate arrays
to guide me to the edge
of myself and beyond

my soul
the brightest
in a unique constellation
of my naming

my love
many-hued nebula
expanding
to fill the void

my losses
supernovas
both beautiful
and tragic

But I am not
celestial
earth-bound
I must navigate

by stroke of skin
whiff of memory
trace of sadness
night vision

rudimentary compasses
in a sea of misunderstanding.

In pages of prose I have removed all, and stand before you, naked and exposed

Nothing hidden, so study me well, but know I am vulnerable now

Pay special attention to the scars on my heart

If you look very close, you will see, a void where your love should be

Piano keys and guitar strings.
Even ink stains on my
Fingertips.
I have yet to find a masterpiece
Ever worth your elegance.
There are words in the sky,
They spill when I feel.
What's the big deal about
Young love and pain pills.
I overdose on dreams and
Wake up an addict.
Your presence is lethal,
Your company is tragic.
But I love it and I need it
And I can't even believe it.
I'm not breathing,
These are lungs that
Only work when they're
Needed.
Follow me into your sleep,
And we could make the best art.
Romeo and Juliet never had to
Fall apart...