He held her hand and promised her the moon and stars. Now she can't look up at the night sky because the moon and stars are still there but he's not.

i have fallen in love with art
and can't help but wonder
what comes first:
the madness or the art?
it seems like
the two are tragically entwined.

she cries an ocean
every night
when she's in bed;
the deeper it gets
the more she forgets
how to swim.

I wish I could hear you;
Saying my name
the way I say yours,
with want,
with need.

Sometimes
I tend to forget
and become too careless;
I let my guard down
and let someone in
far enough
To break my heart

Each time
I tell myself
I will never
let it happen again

With each lesson learned
My armor strengthens
And I hope it’s hard enough
To not let it happen again.

He had been with a lot of women since her.
But he always finds himself wishing for those women to taste more like her.

You said jump
so I did
thinking you'll be with me
but I was wrong
because the hand
I thought was meant
to hold me
was the one you used
to push me.