it sounds like fuzz
since you've left
it's almost funny

everything sounds fuzzy
and my heart grows frantic
but all i can hear is fuzzing

i wonder if you can describe the silence too,

i'll learn every constellation
to remember your eyes

for the flush upon your face
take a picture of the sky
every sunrise

i'll fall asleep in my coffee
just to see you in my dream

please-
please let me see-
please i want to see-

on that rooftop
i looked into the distance
and wondered why i couldn't see

i wondered
why the world stops.

but i realized
if you fly,

the world never stops.

red

can be anger
                                                                                                        can be love
can be abusive
                                                                                             can be passionate
can be dangerous
                                                                                                can be warning


it is the color of blood
                                                                                        it is the color of love

Her eyes were green with joy,
Lips red with lust,
And her heart purple with passion.

But her hair was painted black with poison,
Cheeks dyed aqua with tears dried,
And blood flowing  fading pink from love long forgotten.

She was a piece of art,
A ****** up abstract.

Standing on the ledge precariously,
Simply not giving a ****.

Things can only go downhill from here, right?

Right?

But no,

Still I paced, and I paced, and I paced.
Is it really worth it?

The trees looked up and seemed to extend their arms to me.

And suddenly I was falling.

Falling freely.

Free.

Finally.