We met in the sunshine under the granite
I didn’t know you yet, but my heart did
I don’t know why

We would let our friendship grow
Where we biked to that bridge
Cold beer in hand
Swollen ankle submerged

Tissiack cried and we kissed
Slow it down, you said
I was ravenous
I don’t know why

A distant lightning storm
The smell of herb on your skin
I’d be leaving soon
Tissiack cried and we kissed

I’ve humored that habit
With each lightning storm since
Just to feel it again
I don’t know why

Downside up,
in an outside world.
Where does the truth lie?

I often forget why it is
That I write.
It's not for potential fame
Nor to prove my "talent"

I believe I write
To release unwanted thought
and bid farewell to
Emotion.

It's wondrous.
How the ink of my pen
turns into that of an endless
River.

The words flow
onto the page.
My sorrow pouring out
With them.

As my magic river slows,
drowning and washing away the
Pain, I let in
Happiness and clarity.

My memories pile up
Like clumsy white clouds
Against a backdrop of pure blue
Casually bumping into each other
Without a "pardon me"
Or a second glance
Memories compiled of the days we spent
The days where every second was
Filled with feeling
Whether it be intense and passionate
Or lonely and desolate
I'm not sure if I feel anymore
Or if I've become like the sun
Lazily drifting in out of the clouds
Sometimes radiating artificial warmth
If only to try to keep others happy
And it's becoming harder to escape
The muddle of these puffy white shapes
And more and more nights
I'm spending lying awake at
Times of the night that cause overthinking in some
And pregnancies in others
Trying to blow the clouds off the
Remnants of my sanity
But I can't seem to find a way
To make my skies clear blue again

Stop to peer in,
black hole,
dank air rises.
Is that dark water below or words of babble?
Heard her before,
dusky voice from Pall Malls aplenty,
whisper names in unison with wind;
blowing up now, I hear her still.

I was here before, when she fell,
a falling without a splash, sound of nothing.
Heard her then…hear her now.

“I love you anyway,” echoes in my head.