star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
If I died And no one knew, I don’t know. And I am scared And everything hurts
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
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.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
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…
