The secret that turned every ****** embrace into torture.

She used to hang off of him in love.

Now he hangs off of her like a noose.

He’s gotta tell her—break the news

He’s gotta tell her—break the noose

But when it breaks, will he be able to breathe again?

Or will it be his neck instead

Regretfully crawling out of a warm blanket to meet a snow covered field.

My cheeks absorb the cold as it seeps through the window.

Begging for no attention, living for nothing but my gaze, a lonely fire grows out of a healthy little pile of embers, nuzzled away in the snow.

The growing stillness over the untouched field reaches through my window and meets me with embrace.

You are the captivating landscape that suspends me in time.

You are the fire that dances only for me.

Life takes as much time as you allow it. If you’ve ever held a wall squat, you know that the perception of time is liquid.
I’ve decided, I’m not going to pour my time out of a bottle of ***** anymore.
In the present, I’m enjoying my time.

The last time I wrote poetry, I was trying to get out

Now, I want to be fully immersed IN

I woke up in a dream. No—THE dream.
My reality

I have MY dream:
Wife
Job
Home
And a baby on the way.

I am so beyond blessed I am running out of expressions.

Love is a vibration. The resonance has made me whole.

Our lips touched and a slow, vibrant, loving fog rolls in, caressing us. My arms manage to hold her up while my body hangs weightless from my frame. Each soft kiss suspends time, suspends space, and suspends us—from the ground we were standing on.

Pour your torment on the page and let the sound leak out of you

Your music bleeds out of your veins and it’s so personal, so emotional, how could people keep from resonating with it?

So now, you get to perform the same recurring nightmare every night. Reopening the wound you couldn’t heal.