Some days just
require a little poetry.

dead dying uncles in icu rooms unstable
little weak men old dried up not dried out
you ask i tell, nothing to see here but ashes
time rots everything
so what tell me is the point
of pitiful, joyless struggles
all our own small motives laid bare
so crass and primal the animals we are
mucking about ******* in the mud

She kissed me and i was shaken, not shocked.
The difference between shaken and shocked is one is physical and the other is emotional.
Everything in my body, even my heart shifted aside to eventually let her set her shipwreck aside my heart. It still aches for you. I don't know what i didn't have, but i know what you did.
I could sit here and tell you about how beautiful she is through big words and cute sentences but the fact of the matter is, she still isn't here and i don't think she'll ever be back.
Here's to the death of me and Here's one for the cool side of the pillow.