Words
won't
water
flowers.

Now the water
is at your neck,
you swam too far
into what you didn't
yet understand and now
it's too late to make it out
from under this next wave.

It is said so often
that if they love you
you can go anywhere
and they will follow you

every poet dreams this is
the truth as we run from love
but it isn't. We have been lied to
by those that haven't ever known

that love they write about so often.

I will always be
acceptable and
yet comfortably
disappointing.

Every writer has penned themselves
the last on the train, the empty diner
even when we aren't that alone.

Tell me
is there fog
in Vienna?

Before
you fall
asleep,

count the
reasons
you'll wake up

even if
there's only one,
now you have a reason.