I wore your love like a cloak,
And with a winter like this,
There is no doubt I'll freeze to death.

I have developed a love for crows
Their noise appeals to my mind
the way a babies laughter does to
a barren woman

I could trip over forever
Like it was nothing
Like forever didn’t mean a thing,
Because it didn’t mean anything to you
Or, in reality, to me

I thought I could give you
That promise
And still keep it for myself,
But I was wrong
I am always wrong

Dancing over each piano note
Falling over every word,
The songs our bodies made together
Are silent now
Where they once echoed

We carried a tune
For a time,
But like every flame and glowing ember
We tapered out
Into nothing

I just have a lot of dreams
that are so much bigger than me.
Bigger than
a website,
a phonecall,
a degree.
Bigger than
how much I know,
what books I read,
or who I meet along the way.
I have dreams that are too big to reach
but I’ll reach them anyway.

A Sudden feeling
crushing, overwhelming
It’s everywhere, surrounding
No escape, no distraction
No denial.
It’s real then.
Then and forever
and you’ll never forget
never really escape.
It’s a forever thing.

Your fingertips whisper words I dare
not hear,
your eyes are the secrets
unspoken.
Through your dreams I see you, dangerous
in fear,
as I linger here, waiting,
broken.

I have so much to hold onto,
so why does it still feel like I'm falling?
I've made a mistake
- no - I made a choice.
And that choice is already a regret,
and that regret is crushing.
Halfway between a pain and a hunger
for his touch,
so I fill it with the touch of another.
I feel so ******* ***** and wrong,
and worthless.

The sweet whiskey drown
burns my tongue.
And the smoke in my lungs
is a cloud I can blame
for the blur in my vision
and the way my lips find their purchase
on lips that aren't yours.
But when the liquor fades
and the smoke disappears
in my cold morning breath,
I suffocate.

We have a legacy
that we share in touches rather than words.
I have a whole life
spelt out in the way
I gesture with my hands
and tap my toes upon the floor.

The grace by which your fingertips dance across my ribs
tells me of how you'll never leave.
Your lips speak of how you love me,
in silence,
against the pale skin of my neck.
Your palms whisper to mine
talk of how the distance between us is like the stars
- constant, yet beautiful
in such a way that makes me feel tragically alone.

I cannot bring myself to love anything that isn't you,
or the softness that I feel when I run my hands through your hair;
I cannot bring myself to want when you are not there.