The night was warm but the rain was cold
Your eyes the color of obsidian stone...

I still keep your flowers on the kitchen table
A reminder of what once was and no longer is...

I’m not good at much.
I get nervous at the idea of interaction...

In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...

Drunken blur and pastel skies
Faded in your silly lies...

Waking up to anticipation lingering in my bones
Hoping just to see you on the other side of a...

I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...

She made me delicate.
She peeled back layers of protection...

I play movie scenes of the two of us in my head...
It’s strange how easily you take over my senses...

Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...

Who knew something so small
could be the highlight of the day...

I taste like burnt coffee on your tongue
Like a cherry plucked too early from the tree...