Clocks cannot tell our time of day
For what event to pray
Because we have no time, because
We have no time until
We know what time we fill,
Why time is other than time was.
Nor can our question satisfy
The answer in the statue's eye:
Only the living ask whose brow
May wear the Roman laurel now;
The dead say only how.

What happens to the living when we die?
Death is not understood by Death; nor You, nor I.

you told me you loved me.
three days later,
you said you had to break things off.
it was "unforeseen circumstances."
you said you still loved me,
but that we wouldn't work
because we were only teenagers, princess,
and you can't really be in love.
well, i was.
i still am.

i used to love the rain.
that was prior to you.
i enjoyed curling up in my bed
and reading for twelve hours straight.
now, i think of you.
how your mother hated
you driving in it.
how you didn't mind it
because it meant i got to stay longer.
and that meant more time
to shower me with your kisses.
i shower myself in tears when it rains.
because of you.

There's an ice storm in my brain,
        my thoughts
                     are sliding
                out of control,
         there's a fire in my chest,
                        making ashes
          of what's left of
                     my soul.

She fell in love with November,
for the way the sun shined down on
decaying leafs
and chilling temperatures danced upon the tips of her fingers,
providing her with a perfect balance between life and death.

She presented herself to the world in this manner,
always happy and bright, but never content,
as days carried on cracks in her skin led to trails of pieces on the ground.
Her eyes often flickered between a beautiful orange and a sickly brown.
Her heart, as much as it wanted to be warm was deafly cold.

She was a mystery.

And as December rolled in and the world froze over in darkness,
so did she.
The only light in her life was the moon.
how badly I wish she could've loved a month like June.

before you walk out the door,
would you make sure
to leave all my love behind?
before you turn the car on,
would you check to see if your heart's gone,
if you even had one in the first place?
before you call to say you want me back,
would you think about how i would attack
myself when you left?
before you break my heart again,
would you stop and think of ten
reasons for me to love you once more?

you inhale
and lock the door
you can’t do it anymore
a single thought
that’s all it takes
then you’ve made your last mistake
you close your iceberg blue eyes
and count from one to ten
looks like you’ll never speak again
you open your eyes
lower the razor to your wrist
it’s your two dollar psychologist
there’s no turning back now
the blood wells on the vertical cut
honey, this is deliberate
salty tears roll down your red cheeks
and on the tiled bathroom floor
a roaring waterfall of red is gushing forth
you collapse
the pinpricks of black start coming
all of a sudden, your vision goes fuzzy
you exhale
your last thought comes when
you realize you’ll never breathe again