This is for every sinking heart.
For every sleepless night.
Every set of lungs
gasping for whatever
will keep them from collapsing.
I know that air is not enough.
I guess my eyes couldn’t hold
my weariness any longer,
because it floods all my bones now.
An ocean inside each one,
and I’m still dying of thirst.
I cannot stop the pounding in my head,
the pounding in
my head,
the pounding
in
my
head.
I feel nothing.
I feel everything.
It’s okay.
Let me be.
Ghosts don’t like to lie down anyways,
they’re too busy filling my head.
The floor will feel softer one day.
It will feel softer one day.
I hope it feels softer one day.

We burned with passion for days on end
And just as we showed signs to transcend
The embers fell too quickly on our sun
And for too long it did erase
The way your lips, your kiss did taste
And I found that the two had become one
And you were gone and I alone
And my voice called in bitter tones
That belong to star-crossed lovers running out of air
Until I was silenced for a while
No written word, no creeping smile
No showing of a single wish or care
Then there you came out of the black
With shreds of hope the sun would come back
But I was never there to affirm them for you
And so we stood where love once did
A whisper of what should have been
Two star-crossed lovers, which love somehow did illude

Hello, sweet dream
I am calling
Falling as the sun in autumn
Here I'm standing
Softly handling
Things that fall all the way straight to the bottom
Watching, waiting
Contemplating
Brain just straining to figure out why
Alone, silent
Wrestling, violent
With words from my mouth that float to the sky
Catch them, write down
Things that I've found
Float on the sounds of my thinking
Don't say adieu
Company, I've found you
In these words, the little inklings

I’m falling desperately for pieces of you,
and all of you at the same time.
I know I’ve stumbled in so deep,
but there’s still more for me to find.
If you’d like you can call me a fool,
and I’ll be as foolish as they come,
but that still won’t explain how
your eyes make me go numb.
I’m keeping every little bit,
because I can’t bear
to let it go.
The subtle curve your soft lips make
when they hear me say your name,
and the freckle on your collarbone,
your right, my left.
I think of how I feel so much more than skin
when you simply brush against me.
Your hand in mine.
My left, your right.
This isn’t a poem,
it’s a 3 am conversation on your basement couch
and a quiet night spent on the bench next to the lake.
I can never write poems about you,
because it’s impossible to write a poem
about poetry itself.

Writing off the scoffs the wrote off me
Is all I can really try to do
The only one who can provide validity
It seems is really only you

Dreamer of a girl that flies upon moonbeams
In the milky white nights of June
Skin composed of the purest cream
With a voice perfectly in tune

Poetic lines fall out of my mouth
Land within my hands
Soon no one know what I speak about
No one takes time to understand

Read with eyes that hold no doubt
Pour down your silver sand
Rain your love down, pour it out
Such things does love command

You are not like the sea.
It will never be deep enough,
nor calm enough,
nor lovely enough
to ever hold your substance.
You have engulfed all of it;
every salty drop now sits in lungs
that hold the air I need to survive.
And I will dive as deep as I must
to find the caverns that keep it.
Tides cascade through brimming veins
and currents surge through swelling limbs.
One deep breath is all it takes
to force the sea into your eyes.
And you will hold it there forever;
the tranquil green pools
like puddles forming from
the deepest ocean floors.
You are not like the sea.
You will never be like the sea.
The sea is like you.

There are things I think about doing with you,
like folding laundry with the windows open
and hearing the crickets chirp outside.
Like listening to the turning ceiling fan slowly
make its way around itself,
while we dance and make our way
around each other in the center of the room.
And you stumble slightly on the edge of the rug
that always rolled up a little bit,
but I am there to catch you.
I know you tried every day to fix that corner,
but you need not worry.
I will always be there to catch you.
I know you try every day to not crumble
and shatter into thousands of little pieces.
I know you’re scared,
but you need not worry.
I will always be there to catch you.

All at once,
You ripped my heart out,
And threw it like a large stone
Skips across a lake,
Creating ripples in my calm waters.
I disappeared beneath the surface,
And you walked away from the shoreline,
And grabbed a different stone.

dear son
how you doing
hopefully fine
I don't know you yet
but in case we never meet
I just wanted to say
whatever you do
in your life
just know
that you will be my proudest achievement
no matter what
I love you
from the past

Dear Tim
how you doing
I know we grew apart
you were the best
and only Dad I ever had
I never quite forgave you
for the whole Mum thing
but I know why you did it
and I understand
and I didn't turn out like you
I know I made you proud
maybe for that reason alone
but I love you
and we'll talk more
and soon
until then
love,
your son

Dear Harry
what's there to complain about today?
Me most likely
but listen up
for every **** up I gave you
that's another thing
which nobody cares about
it's your life
do what you want with it
and any failure
or any success
is on you
so stop hating yourself
and the rest of the world
and do what I know you can
forget making me proud
make you proud
Love,
your father