Here we stand, upon jet black sands:
the waves keep time with the fragile throbs...
Inhale-
smoke in my lungs...
If I disappear with the morning,
Will your bitterness follow my wake...
Weave your words around me,
They feel so good pressed against my skin...
Sometimes, I think hurt
can go deeper than the...
You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...
Getting over someone is not poetic. It's not...
I'm cleaned out of metaphors. My mind no longer...
My eyes sweat with exhaustion
I'm battered and badly bruised...
Each evaporating night
is drenched by an unquenchable thirst...
We were only four yet there were
places for six-but it never seemed empty...
I felt your death and
rebirth on a Tuesday...
His voice
is a siren's song...