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

To Love a Writer
you must be brave,
eager to read
the words
you would rather
hear.

To Love a Writer
you must be prepared,
for days hidden
from the sun,
a symptom of
the disease.


To Love a Writer
you must be crazy,
ignore the insomnia
and fight
for attention
at night.

but know this ..

If a Writer Loves You,
their Love is complete,
you are amazing to them,
they will dream
of you often,
in ink forevermore.

(she)

she was just a speck of earth-
a careful girl
in a sea of careless people;
musing back and forth,
with broken flowers at her feet.
she mumbled obsolete rhymes
and whispered sonnets to the wind
the lyrics faded, the air was mute,
the entire world became her nook.


(he)

he was an empty shell
with his heart hanging askew
underneath his worn out sweatshirt
and scarred skin.
he bartered love for nothing
gave up songs for none
wrote poetry for a broken girl,
who's in love with a broken man.