My dreams get better at the end
but first let's imagine a glass house...

You plunge me into storms
that I cannot weather...

For the yawning dim night that wraps itself around...
if you believe that I'm a new moon glowing through...

In such an eerie evening, you have
once left me standing alone...

He is that laughter that
never finds a tall tree...

When I curved rainbows
behind your horizons...

I want a poem that
you'd sob with...

How about that I
left my shoulders...

I find comfort in torn shoes,
more than I do when...

I love you like you're
the last hope for my hunger...

About time I forgot,
your spits on my plate...

A love, lost once again
my heart will be locked away...