turning seaweed to clouds,

twisting a lifetime around,

in love, entangled;

arrested, depressed and,

interested in resting,

he's restless and friendless,

and less than his friends, when,

the nights be, come endless.

I always imagined living a beautiful life with an anonymous partner,
We’d have the same interests,
I’d treat them like royalty,
We’d feel most comfortable with each other,
I met you and instantly knew who I was always dreaming of.

I
kept
dead flowers
in a vase

they
reminded me
of you

they crunch under my feet
because however hard i try,
i will never keep them in tact

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.

She watches me
as I illuminate her
head on the pillow,
still cornering the daylight
into the rear window.

She lays, outstretched,
filling the back seat of the car
with unwrapped thoughts,
too deep;
my rays can only reach so far.

Her sleepy eyelids blink
at me in question.
A suggestion?
I hide my face behind a cloud.
"'till soon," I whisper.
I'm only just a surface moon.