Falling down in the rabbit hole,
Scared to death of being alone.
Walk together inside of my soul
We laugh, we fight,
But at the end of the night,
We always moan.

I forbid it to leave.
Even as my eyes water
Even as the coughs erupt
Even as you tell me that's enough.
You, of all people.
I hold my breath and never let it escape.
I let it burn my throat
I let it suffocate my lungs
I let it out affectionately,
Ever so slowly,
Into your parted lips.
I let it consume me in a cloudy haze
And then
I let you take me away.

Syntax couldn't make him stay,
Diction just got in the way.
Figurative language failed,
And tone wouldn't have prevailed.
But my repetition worked,
And he thrashed, he gagged, he ******.
I'll keep repeating myself,
Until they question his health.
For what makes this boy so weak,
Is to repeat and repeat:
How dare you.

You were mine.
I watched our show again today
It reminds me of that one day.
At the time,
I needed your touch just to belong
The TV never remained on for long.
We combined,
Like seawater mixes with the sand
I only wish I knew beforehand...
I was blind.

No matter how many blankets,
My feet and toes are still icicles.
No matter how many hot chocolates,
My teeth still chatter and tremble.
No matter how many good memories,
Winter is still the coldest time of the year.
No matter how much I try to figure it all out,
You're still gone.
And that is one thing
That won't change with the seasons, so I have learned.

I was pinched by the crisp freshness of cold that winter slips me,
like acid in my morning coffee. Then
I slip out and take the cliffs for a spin,
diving down,
like a squirrel leaping toward a too-far tree. (Except I lack
all the hope you know is inside that nutty creature.)
I brutally edit my videos
and i cut them into
pieces, trying to arrange them in the right spots.
But you know
you can't do that sort of thing to people.

That which slips by is time.
He reaches a point in life filled with dismay
And supposes it is here that he shall stay.
Her presence will do him well, well enough
That you could stretch and almost call it love.
And there is no point to wish or yearn
For they reached the point of no return.
And they will do just fine.
Thank god this story isn't mine.