He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
I fear That now There is no real me. I wear a mask of personality And pretend I’m happy.