My feet are mirrors of
the eggshells I've...

The ashes from my cigarette
fall intermittently and mix...

I thirst for routine.
Even as my shoes are swallowed up by...

Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...

Time
is a fickle illusion that...

She is the first flower of Spring -The bold bloom...
She is the smell of rain in Summer -The light mist...

I've been stealing sneaky
lunar kisses twixt...

Bankrupt eyes are
fixated heavenward...

Words fall from my
mouth much like...

I taste you in the air.
Ragged breaths of bittersweet...

I've made Hell feel like home-
and it's the closest thing to...

Are you to blame for stealing
matches from my book...