| Another one about the boy that never knew my eyes are green my feet are long and my name is ... |
| Another one about the boy that never knew my eyes are green my feet are long and my name is ... |


When I unwind myself from youWhen I give up on loving you, I will breathe in air that does not smell of familiarity; a stale scent of stalled momentum. I will dance in sun that does not singe at flaws to flay them into a piece of perfect. I will no longer lock eyes with you across this eternal span of space that stretches like the seams that hold us together. No longer will I be lost in the mask of your mirage, faced by a facade that feels into my ribs and rips me into a billion beautified shards of all that has become the essence of you.When I unwind myself from you
I must warn you, when I g


behind beyond below bewareSomewhere, you are standing on the edge, looking out over a scape of beauty that does not seem to cease.behind beyond below beware
Always, I am just behind you, beyond the reach of your eyes.


of spaces and lost longingthere is a cavity in my heart; a space within this world where you used to thrive on my tendrils of life, eating me away at the nerves, bones and sinews.of spaces and lost longing
there is a hollow in my mind; a void where you voiced your opinion: yes i was too fat and my teeth were too gapped and my eyes were always the
the colour of the swamp.
there is gap within these words; an error in sytax or grammar
or something of that sort where you once filled the pages with odes on eyes of skies and hearts of stone.
there is a vacancy behind my


sometimes is the new alwayssometimessometimes is the new always
i say things a tad bit cliche
and a bit too depressing and far too overly cheerful to be digestible by my own ears.
sometimes
i wish i could do better by you because i know it is the absolute least that you deserve after all of this.
sometimes
i think that you are leaving me and yet you always come back with a smile that fades a bit more with each return, and eyes that lose another sparkle as time wears us both down.
sometimes
i force words into places where they do not b
| Something for you to peruse while you wilt away. |
Dream Keys

'tis the seasonanother december's defeated me'tis the season
one more winter playing host to the ghosts who keep leaving me choking on hope 'til I'm hoping they'll leave me be broke- n glittering
guts stuck strung up 'round my bony tree forced to flee
roots ruined
by
possibility one flickering
light disrupting the
circuitry circling
certainty searching a certain we surely she loves but her I's keep deceiving me the present's the past's disappointments wrapped up so plea


MermaidI remember we sat on the beach at sunset and counted the kites, spent sails torn from galleons breaking clouds into spindrift, and watched the seagulls carving August out of blue and white. You wore the sky around your neck, where the day's warmth knotted in a chain, and held shells to my ear like a mermaid stolen from the sea breaking the surface of shimmer and tangled fish over salty oyster beds. I remember the color of your hair lashing against your shirt and your pirate smile like a crooked bird warming the dMermaid
| All that I have enjoyed cannot be contained by this small box. |
xo!
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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I won't rip out these pages because I swore I'd never lie to you.
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Two people, too damaged, too much, too late.
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