killed you,
just for someone else.
left to feel nothing else.
leap until you're someone else.
time that made me someone else.
drinks erase just how i felt.
poetry is nothing else.
happy with the way i melt,
addicted and I'm nothing else.

i never planned to be there,
i was blessed and so unsure,
never thought,
I'd have my hands in your hair.
erase a thousand things,
take away your smile,
ways to walk a million miles,
thoughts i dream,
to leave behind.

i drink to see your pretty face,
one i can't look at these days.
long to see your long hair,
if it's long,

if you're still there.

a fool who thought he was in love,
don't deserve the sounds she made.
shunned and raced from cave to cave.
in darkness, where a man was made.

once, the sun was her and her alone.
then she called from the moon,
i said I'll never be a sober man,
now i search for her lights on my own.

please don't let me die alone

best friends,
mid-twenties,
met our loving breath.
living just to lose what's left.

drinks replaced my self-respect,
but every moon, i can't regret.
traditions in the stones, they sit.
dreams that only beckon death.

written words i could have said,
wish i could have fixed your head,
miss you more than any friend,
forever loved,
my favorite mess.

drinks to see your silhouette,
sell your lies into your arms,
sightless, seeking self-harm.
sanity, a fake alarm.

a widower until my death,
breaking under every breath,
loved you to the very edge,
held until there's nothing left.