What is a dog without a tail or a boat without a sail?
What's a marsh without the mire and smoke without the fire?

What's a hand without a grip and a heart without a trip?

What am I without you and what are you without me?

Look into my waning eyes and see that I can't contain the moons that
Orbit my pupils

The stains on my hands are rubbing off onto my bed sheets at night leaving
Smears that resemble blood

Your feet look so lost within the confines of the path you're walking
And maybe the path you're walking isn't easy

I wish you could see the heavens that opened up when you spoke of
Dreams and hopes that would never last

The great oceans of unobtainable feelings are rumbling over their beaches
The tides are pulling me back into their loving embrace

So reach out with your arms stretched wide and grasp my hands in yours
Because the breath on which I survive has escaped my lips

The gentle swells of impenetrable gloom has swallowed me whole
And taken my eyes with it

The moons aren't orbiting anymore

They are simply falling

Please tell me you love her
Tell me you never loved me and you never will
Because I'm stuck somewhere in between gone and still here
Which I guess means I'm going crazy
And the only way for me to stay is
If you take me back into your arms
And whisper in my ear that you're sorry
That you're "sorry, so sorry. I'm so so sorry, darling."
That you didn't mean what you did
That the months you spent without me were the worst of your life
Other than that
Tell me you don't love me
Tell me you never did
I'll be gone before you can look over your left shoulder
At what we could have been

Give me my bravery back
Give me my thoughts back
The ones that have hopes and dreams and freedom
Give me my body back
Give me my hands back
The ones that long to touch and feel something new again
Give me my life back
Give me my eyes and my brain and my lungs and my breath
All of it was wasted on inhaling you and seeing you and thinking that you would end up loving me for longer than I loved you.

You tasted like love and sounded like poetry
    I could've sworn you had heaven in the palm of your grief stricken hand
But now that I look back I think it was only the sun
    And you must've ****** the warmth from it by the time you left
Yet nonetheless, I still burned myself on your skin

the weather was nice for a few days
i think it finally figured out how to be happy

sometimes i wonder if the sky has depression
because it's sad one day and fine the next

do the trees get confused by the weather?
even i'm getting confused and i can feel the rain coming

maybe the plants are like therapists
in the sense that they can tell when something's wrong

i wish i was a plant sometimes, maybe a cherry tree
at least then i'd be pretty enough to be picked