I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant

I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth

I wish you had told me that on the good days kissing you would make me think that I knew what happiness was and on the bad days

If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing

I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can