I tell my secret to a leaf
And ask him not to tell
But when the wind blows
He tells it to another leaf
And that leaf does the same
The same
The same
The same
Until one leaf
Tells it to a branch
And that branch does the same
The same
The same
The same
Until one branch
Tells the tree
And the tree does the same
The same
The same
The same
Until
The whole entire forest
Knew about my secret
All because one leaf

I remember

the first time

you ran your thumb

over the scar

on my lower back.

You called me beautiful.

My friend Murphy knows all kinds of things about everything.
Like the chemical composition of LSD and how to dance ballet.

He told me once that there are an infinite number of universes,
where each possible variation in life has happened and I think
it's kinda funny and I think it's kinda sad

that I'm stuck in this one

I remember those December nights
When life became frigid
And our future looked bleak
We used each other for body heat

I remember those mornings
You know the ones
4am conversations about pills
And dying

I remember all your quirks
That you drank tea, never coffee
I know that those scrapes on your knuckles weren’t mistakes

I remember thinking it was love
The way your words were woven
But the promise you made
Wasn’t a promise at all

I remember you kissing her
And I lost my appetite

I remember January 1st
When you bled a little too much
And I tightened the noose

I remember that you went to the hospital
And I just stayed home with a bruise
I guess you were the gun
And I was the trigger

We don’t think
Before we speak
But our words
Only take seconds to sink
Into someone elses heart
We seem to have no problem
Destroying what’s not ours


Words mean everything
From people who used to mean something

To have loved you
There was many reasons why...
But it's hard to believe
That you only get one love in life...
So much is missing
From this brokenhearted man
Its been said that time heals
Yet it hasn't begun to start to patch

Even though that life has broke it
The heart refuses to believe its time to fold it
Even though I keep on trying to free it and mold it...
The time we had has left its stitches to hold it

For every moment
though some so pointless...
With all the problems
And all the cries
I still spend all my days and nights...
With the very thought of you in mind
Trying to rip the stitches you have left inside

Even though that life has broke it
The heart refuses to believe its time to fold it
Even though I keep on trying to free it and mold it...
The time we had has left its stitches to hold it