i think that if someone asked me where home was
i'd say
"in your arms."
but then i'd be homeless.

sunlight spilling over someone else's curved cheekbone
and wind howling over sharpened collarbones
isn't as beautiful as the fingers brushed over straightened noses and
lips held together by a love that doesn't exist anymore.

i hope that she loves you

i hope that she savors each taste of your wisdom and brilliant mind

i hope that she sees what a wonderful person you are, how kind, how caring, how gentle

i hope that she cherishes the long nights spent talking on the phone with static in the background

i hope that she doesn't mind that you get sad sometimes because we all do and you won't mind when she does

i hope that you can play the piano for her and make her wonder what other beautiful things you can do

i hope that she can hold you when you aren't doing so well late at night

i hope that things turn out right and not like they did with you and i

i hope that you become her best friend instead of already being so

i hope that you see her everyday as a beautiful soul with eyes the depth of the ocean

i hope that heaven sees you as a being that needs another chance because being in love skipped by you

i hope that she's pretty with skin that glows and a smile that makes the night awaken

i hope that she doesn't throw away everything that you two have and leave it lying

but god

i just hope that she loves you with every bit that she can...

is it possible to get sick from sadness?
i feel like i'm going to throw your name up all over my shoes
and my heart is convulsing.

there's fluid in my lungs that's making me drown and
maybe it's all of my crying that's finally done me in.

i never knew that burning myinsides with alcohol was
such a lovely way to forget that you existed.

except even then my brain conjures images of you
lying on the trampoline and laughing at the
sky.

and no matter how hard i try i can't get the smell of your skin
out of my ******* nose and lungs.

it's God-awful and i'd rather die knowing that you used to love me
than live knowing that you love somebody else.

something about the cold drew me to you
the temperature of your bedroom kept me there
"i always liked the cold" you'd say
i wondered why
now I know it's because you craved inseparable proximity
you required love that i couldn't give, though i wanted to so desperately

you turned me into ice
because as soon as you made me melt
i cracked
and ran

The woods succumb to the deep freeze of mid-winter
Statuesque trees encased in ice
Deer fur quavering on the fence tops
Skimmed from the underbellies of jumping bucks and leaping yearlings
The scuttle of autumn leaves a transparent sort of sound
Nonexistent
Water bodies stilled in a perpetual ripple outward from a droplet
A disturbance for the entire season
Constant movement is ceased with the icy breath of frost
Silence ensues

SOMETIMES IT GETS REALLY HARD
TO BREATH AND SOMETIMES I THINK
IM DYING BUT I FIGURE THAT I DIED
AWHILE AGO AND YOURE THE
RESPIRATOR THATS KEEPING ME
ALIVE