I think we all have needs
That we have a hard time asking to be met
We are all afraid to grieve
And it shows a little bit more each day (we forget)
I asked the doctor what was wrong with me
He replied, you have a hereditary case
Of being predisposed to poetry

I love you
never going to tell you

distant
soundless
I love yous

she doesn't have to know
I dream of you
walking in
it's small little things

Slipping away
longing for you to stay
I can't look at you
bite my tongue
I don't show
I never tell

If I spill my darkest secret to you
will you keep it
take it
into the melting moon
chase the night
before dawn blooms