Sometimes it’s apocalyptic.
I’m there, in the eye of the storm, momentarily...

The thought of you in daylight feels fictional.
I have no doubt your pale skin...

I know this may make me sound desperate but
There is a part of me that will always want you...

I’d rather tear myself apart a million times...
They say ignorance is bliss and I can’t help but...

Grayed and heavy cumulus gather overhead,
Attempting to thwart my sunshine endorphins...

My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...

The days pass by in a dizzying blur.
And I find myself counting the seconds until...

I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...

I get stuck in your eyes when you look at me
Just like two brilliant crystal green gems...

Two lonesome seeds adrift in separate gales
Wore their hearts upon uneasy sleeves...

The muses have abandoned me to a dark mind void of...
My heart beats loudly against the frail and bitter...

Green eyes
Darkly rimmed, mixed with molten amber gold...