the girl who dances
with sunbeams in her hair

she smells the flowers
she sees the air

she lives life
without pain or strife

some say "thoughtless"
some say "dumb"

yet in my thoughts
i have conceited
without her love
the worlds depleted

she knows the way
to eternal life
not through pain not through strife
through the sunbeams
in her hair
only love can take us there

apology accepted,
trust denied.

There's far too much
to say about our
invisible electricity, our complicated
simplicity that fills me
with just enough joy
to last me through
my day of toxicity.

To make me hunger
for your sweet, stubbly
kiss that fills the
little hole that was so
viciously knawing
at my soul.

In love, I can't pretend
in life, my bestfriend
I can't stop the emotions
that slowly creep up
expand and distend
foreign feelings, I am
able to happily follow
yet not comprehend.

Half awake, half past noon
grey light shines dutifully
just past my eggshell
window sill.

I try to clear my head,
collect my scattered
thoughts, straighten all
the heart strings that get
so inevitably tangled within
one another, and definitely in

the web of uncertainty you've
woven for me.

I've walked for centuries upon
a sand filled beach, a dozing meadow
mostly cement and concrete
I never thought I'd be more
concerned about someone other
than me.

You're slipping away, so ever
slow, day by day
you're getting tired,
and it's getting too late
for me to be saved.

From whole night talk....

To that 'Good Night' text..

From the first time we saw each other...

To the last time we met.