flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
Notes rolling off of my fingers The right hand sings a soft melody… The richer undertones of the left… Flowing and melting in swirling ma… The quiet inner voice on the right…
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from
Muddled footsteps In the dirt, Wind in our ears, The sun Shrinks down beneath
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
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.
dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
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
