in my cold room, my plants grow slowly. their stems push through the damp soil, and their leaves turn toward the light of the sun. i watch them cautiously. i let april pass by, taking its gentle time. for now, i must be quiet and alert.

i love her like group therapy loves refreshments.
but sometimes i hate the way things unravel.
and the way we re-tangle after cutting colored strings.
is this really love if all my bones will break?

she said she feels strange sitting next to me,
as she traced the lines of my wrist tattoos and smiled.
it's hard to know where people are in all this air,
they could be nowhere, or dissolved within my skin.

i love her the way flowers bloom between my fingers.
the way i cry after the game and it's the ending screen.
i can't help pleading when i'm so used to the feeling.
is this really love if i come out covered in scars?

You took my hand and lead me to your car
The drive felt like forever and too short at the same time
We stopped near a beach and you got down and took me to a cliff near the beach overlooking a million and one stars
The view was breathtaking but I was too enticed by you to notice it
We sat down and gazed at the stars
And I asked you the one thing that was eating me since the time I layed my eyes on you
'What is the story behind the pain in your eyes?'