You.
I love you.
I love your voice, your laughter, and your eyes.
You.
Your presence makes me feel safe.
You.
I crave your lips against mine underneath the soft moonlight.
You.
I want you to hold me as we stare at the sky.
You.
I want to wake up to your tired blue eyes every morning.
You.
I fall in love with your smile everyday.
You.
I want to hold your hand as tight as I possibly can.
You.
I want to fall asleep in your arms as you whisper sweet lullabies in my ear.

I'm bleeding out, like ink on paper
My heart stopped beating, my chest is an empty crater
Today I died again, just like I did yesterday and the day before
But I've stopped minding, I'm too numb to feel sore

Later when I'm done ruining the sheets, and I'll have nothing more left to bleed
I'll turn my head, and find they've been bleached
And now, you can't see the red stains, or smell death in the stitches
Quick, before the lights turn on, change the scene, flick the switches

Let's make me the mastermind behind my own death
Let's play that game where you knock out my breath
We've been playing for so long, I've gotten used to dying
But recently it hasn't been much fun, when I'm the only one left crying

"My dear friend,
how have you been doing?"

Not so good man - think I'm losing it.
I'm goin' off the deep end.

Relax.
Take a deep breath.

((. . .))

"What are you doing this weekend?"

Disturbing images of reality
you finally looked
Reflections of a mad child
you raised him
Sample whiskey plate dream
your escape plan
A year ago knowing nothing
where you began
Reduced to what is lacking
it must be dealt with
Anything wrong is the scope
that's all there is
Recent polls do not know you
are you surprised
A conversation never happened
you didn't listen
Good night is no longer useful
it never was
Failure never felt so good
you became human
Walking forest contemplative
it survived the fire
What is going to happen tomorrow
only free will can say no

There we were at the beginning of the world
A forest
redwood
bay laurel
A watercourse chiseled
into the limestone of that ridge
opening outward
to the west and setting sun

We were almost under water
through miles, through layers of green

We sat together
listening
as the alto recorder in my hand
played on its own!

A tune that called
a mahogany-voiced bird
to harmonize
A tune
that gentled the sun into the sea.
A tune
that wove together
every instant
of the days we had yet to live