prior

when he says "im ok" when actually hes not
and you can tell by his gestures
and the places he chooses to be
then you'll wonder what made him so wary
until you find his little brown book
and read the first entry that reads...
"if it means that much to you, i would"

satin skies

but i saw a rainbow today...
i could have sworn it was you

different turn

which way to breathe please tell me
i didn't catch you the first time

self-loathing

it is far simpler to ignore than to forget
which is both too caustic and erratic
it is easier to shut down and sleep
than to turn around and weep

my gift to you is absence
and i wish the same in return
at least for now
when i am not thinking for myself

flakes

your very existence is beautiful
the echo of your name
is like dropping color on a pale portrait

i cant even start to imagine a past without you

"take my hand," i wish repeatedly
like a broken record
we would make a more poignant future
you and i
we would make a path made of pebbles
you and i

i cant even start to imagine a past without you

this is really hurting me
being a ghost in my own haunting
i feel fit
to trade soul with the soulless
for there is no need for a soul
without the taste of you

until i become certain
i cant even start to imagine a past without you

third wish...and still counting

i cant seem to convince myself that i would not trade anything to hear you breathe again. perhaps because i like how much it hurts missing you still.

ceremony

i was home
i was holding your hand
and then your fingers
and then one finger
one after another
until i came
to the fourth finger
which then i wrapped
with a golden loop
with a diamond
that glittered on top
it was not the only thing
that was glittering
in your face
i saw two others
i stared mine at yours
deeply
and it was home
and i was there
it was last night
as i slept far off
it did not last
yet i was home (at last)