Bare wrists
Dressed in red
Bands wrap
Around uncovered skin

Choking on pain
Scarlet pools
Baby blues
Purple bruise

Canvas arms
Circling colors
Bubbles gurgling
Clean cut

As I watch the sun go down over the pines.
I can't help but think how home smells like gin.
And how there's a certain irony to that.
How I want to drown myself in it.
And forget I ever left.

Hearing the end of a phone call far to short.
Absence of breath as tears find their way.
Being apart from you is the hardest thing I'll ever do.

My heart is stretched 940 miles.
Half with me and half with you.
Oh what I'd do to have one more hour of your time.
But It'll never be the same, not when your heart is one with mine.

Sunset is one time, one thing I dare to love
Different to sunrise, but not so much in light
It’s how fishermen hold so tightly to their line

In evening, my countenance feels pleasantly light
I move through cool air, a smooth-flowing line
Intersecting invisible ties, each person and each they love

I wait for some odd thing in a long ordered line
Calmed by the blending of sun and sea that must be love,
Serenely, I disappoint those in need of cigarette light

The sun bade farewell to the sea, and fell below the horizon line




*—Urchins are hedgehogs of the sea, I was called an urchin by my mother, which I loved. The nicknames only got worse from that point

Young, yes.
But sadness doesn't care.
Sudden, yes.
But death has no heart.

The pain of loss.
Emotions cost.
A hole that can't be filled,
With no amount of iron will.

The burn of grief.
Death's doesn't wait for sleep.
A sudden parting of ways,
In such a short number of days.

Beloved, yes.
But sadness doesn't care.
Remembered, yes.
They live on in our hearts.

Tell me you want me,
But don't want to stay.

My love freshly broken,
In need of something more.

A new hope could save me,
A vision you've revealed.

Two halves of this exchange
Around a delicate question.

You showed me the power
Of two lives in sync.

A melody of minds in balance,
A stimulating song.

A could've been, should've been, might've been
All hurt more than a was.

Help me rid myself of this
Painful thing we call Hope.

If our paths will not cross again,
Please don't let them touch.