The sky bleeds itself into blackness, the more violent the prettier we see it. But when you reflect this pain off of the lake it’s okay because it’s too beautiful to sneer.

And when the sky wakes up and dark blue mornings fight the night-black people wake up and cry.

When I’m with you the world shines a little brighter and the grass is a little greener, because ending songs were only our beginnings.

Forever will do, I guess

It used to be the sun would burn elsewhere and I would miss it. But that same sun will tumble back and warm me up again.

You would ignore me and I would ignore the pain that followed.

Your heart was in your hands and you were intertwined with emotion, and I made friends with stone, cold as it was that day.

You’re my temptress of forever, just hug me once and our let our goodbyes never end.

Picture moments are smile times I miss them, driftwood weighs me down but now that it’s broken i miss it.

Like the stars you tease me with your light but you’re out of reach, until you fell to earth on the day that makes the year even.
The sun’s warmth betrayed me that August day it reflected off your skin and confused me with forlorn beauty and greatness

In June, ‘round high noon, the cool lake that is more yours than mine, brought us together in tired smiles. I wake up and miss you.


I dream poetry dreams and you fall from the tangible trees and bring fire to rainbow waterfalls and they burn and ignite the sky into a sunset, because I always see you in the sunset.