Sitting.
No one notices.
Standing.
No one cares.
One step back.
Two steps back.
A glance or two.
On the edge.
Sorries.
Two hands.
Desperate words.
One hand.
Crying.
Nothing.
Screams.
Not in her head, but in reality.

It's cold out
tonight-
I hope you still have
a vacancy left
in your heart
for this weary
soul.

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.