i'm scraping dreams from my skin
with my fingernails.

dreams where you move down here.
where i'm your little spoon
and i'm in your tee shirt.

water beats down
and my skin is raw.

oh, silly little me.

i can't scrape away the pain
in my chest with fingernails

and red hot water.

green, the water is blue
and green and cold
(the moon into blood)
freezes
me
(the sun shall be turned to darkness)
tangles
inward lethargy that will not melt again
but i do not know

the sun shall be turned to darkness
and the moon into blood
before that great and terrible day of the lord

catharsis is not melting or boiling or freezing but it is
unfolding.
an inward lethargy that cannot melt or boil or freeze
catharsis is not melting or boiling or freezing but it is
(before that great and terrible day of the lord)

His eyes
The way they were shaded like a sea of waves cascading down on all of your worries and they could seep into your heart and make everything okay again.

His hands
The way they were calloused and how I wished I grabbed them and never let go on that quiet peaceful night.

His voice
The way how his voice was quiet and beautiful but could fill an empty room with cries of joy

His laugh
The way he laughed and how it pulled my heart strings hundreds of ways every time

His smile
The way his nose would crinkle up and thin lips would spread across his face. How just one smile could of solved all my problems.

Him**
The way he made me fall in love with him every single ******* time. How I would give up everything just to be with him again.

my keyboard is broken
like me
so some leer will be missing
hoefllly yo can ndersand
i'm broken
and like my keyboard
i'm missing things which
i can be cant be wihot
if yo can ndersand this
then maybe yor broken o
becase yo ndersand my brokeness which
is more then i ca say abot alot of eole