when you're goneWhen you’re gone, I’ll miss youAnd when you’re here, I won’tAnd when you’re somewhere in between here and gone, I’ll miss you again.
Reach OutI want to reach out and-Press my hand into yours and-Give it a reassuring squeezeA sign that you’re not alone and-That maybe things will be okay sometime soon.
Hey Guess What!PssssstI love you.That’s it.Literally.Okay.Bye.
BeginWaitingIt’s all I’ve done all my lifeI’m tired of itLet’s do something we might regret.
This Is How My Heart BreaksOh wait, it doesn’t.
Unless You Take To Me With A ShotgunI’m a zombie at heartI guess it could explain why my love never dies.
DifferentYour lines-Are so bold, straight, thick; like drawn on with a sharpie markerAnd mine?Are drawn on with charcoal.
You're A Bad Actor HoneyYou act like everything is okayAnd I can’t even begin to tell you how wrong you are.
the amount of ache is unreasonableIt’s really quite the familiar ache of- - ghosts biting down on my bones- - Of their claws sinking into my lump of flesh that pumps oxygen in my blood to my body partsOf all the things you used to say slowly taking me apart.
WithdrawnI paint my fingerprints red,for courage; panics coalesce,and regret stains my handshake.
Over(dose).she chews onlive wires in the hopesof kick-starting her tired heart.
Tragedy"A tragedy...." They whisper. I survived.
ObviouslyObviously Poetry is really hard. ‘Nuff said.
fuelnotthis. I can't. sorry you burned. fire wasaccidental, just meant to keep me warm.
Public DomainInternet thunder:the rumble of an argumenton my Facebook feed.
False HopeNew beginning. Former attitude. Blind alley.
Missed words.Watching your beauty... failed at listening.
eighti numbered my heartbeatsfor you...too bad you stopped counting
there is no absoluteEverything comes partly cloudy with a 50-day, 50% chance rain-check money-back guarantee.
Broken BoyMy broken boywith the button eyes and puppet strings -I clasp you to my heartbeat.
Sun-ShyStars skitterbehind Moon Mother's skirt,sun-shy.
Hoarding SecretsAll over Facebook,a portrait of the artist:140 characterserased.Past tensebetter left unread.
windmillyour arms, open sailsgathering wind energyjust to keep me warm.
Lost VirginityHe took pride;She claimed shame.
BlindlyBlindly People see what they are told.
Prisoner of Warirony: fighting for freedom behind bars.
We are not loversescort services, the anatomy of desire:pick your poison babylike a ten minute dreamthe clock is ticking(and we don’t say goodbye)
maybe i should have stayed silentMy heart is heavy with words.