I liked it better when you only
existed on paper...

Each shallow breath that
sneaks past my lips...

There's earthquakes between my
eyes and I can't even knock...

This rain falls on more than just my head. It
creeps and trickles...

Nights are no longer
synonymous with...

As the stars unpacked
themselves across the sky...

When I was blind
I thought she was a map...

The clouds only wish they could
float as high as me...

The moon is leaking solemn
silver drops of...

There's a fire of ambivalence
that smolders just...

You threw a spark that
caught my skin on...

My tongue is toxic,
my passion...