He was the type of boy who wrote memos on his hand because his skin absorbed the words better than paper but they soon came off when he scrubbed her of his skin and from under his finger nails.

Nights are getting heavier and the sky is darker and it feels like the stars could swallow you whole but you have to keep moving.

Memories are long and painful and shots of your image like knives are imprinted on my skull and i can't seem to shift what appears to be your apparent state of mind. Oh what a funny way to live, not knowing if the leaves are turning brown or if our veins run blue but we can't see it.

It's not about me, you see, i can't control my mind it's not full of fields where daisies grow no more. It's full of the thoughts you should run from and people whose hearts should not beat but we must ignore these factors for i am still human. And my blood is warm and my skin is warm and so is the sun. Please love me and show warmth to me too.

The sky is white like the skin under your eyes and your hair is
The same shade of dying grass under your feet.

And even though your eyes are alive and buzzing like the wires above your head I still lust for you.

And will remain forever wrapped around your finger as long as the flowers keep blooming and your hair keeps growing.

she fell in love with the stars
because she could only
see them when
everything
was
dark.

he tried too hard to stitch her up
that she was bursting at the seams
her intestines were falling out
loud whispers filled with screams
but he'd do anything
if it meant his soul
would be redeemed.

(I) led
Myself to believe
That you were (lost) and confused
When you left me
I told (myself) not to care
As i knew for a fact you didn't either
But (in)
(Your) heart you knew
The real reason
Why you couldn't stay
And that's why you were afraid
Of allowing our (eyes) to interlock.

Her heart has been played
Like a pair of old strings
And in her cold eyes
The sadness stings
For she was destined
For better things.

You are the cigarette
I have every morning
The taste still lingering on my lips.

Just like the cigarette you hurt me slowly
Corrupting my lungs
And blackening my throat.

But you are worse than a cigarette
Because they only **** me if i light them
Where as you,
Rot the air in my lungs
And steal my oxygen.

Whenever
You speak.

Two paths endlessly woven together
Connected by the distant frozen leaves
Numbed by the earths breath.

Two eager beings
Rubbing their palms together
To block out winters chill.

Two trees embracing each other's touch
Huddled together
Devouring the warmth.

Two birds
Still and statued
Holding one another's gaze.

Two beings endlessly woven together
Embracing each other's touch
Devouring one another's gaze.

“Do you love me” she sighed trying to catch his gaze. He looked up frozen like the frosted winter leaves, unable to catch his breath in the icy air. For the first time in his life he had been breathless, she captured every gasp in the back of his throat that soon turned to sand. His hands turned numb and lifeless, her hair still twisted around his nimble fingers. She could sense his sheepish nature and wary presence. With her hair still tickling his fingers he finally had the courage to look her in the eye. This moment had not turned out like he planned. He turned his head away from the flowing river. Falling straight into her ocean blue eyes he allowed himself to swim in them. “I have never stopped”

-c.j.w