Truth is relative.
Trust is cosmetic...
I journey beyond
the edges of sound...
A silent dance
behind the eyes...
I've seen you hiding in
the shadows...
They were lifeless before they could meet,
like the ingredients in the ocean...
I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard...
~~revised~~
"I love you for all the women I have not known...
We would never become a set of wings,
if we do not tear from...
I feel myself slipping,
floating off to an unnamed...
Dreams are not tangible
yet I grip my pen to recount...
From the futile war
remains legions of mutilated hearts...
I hide the lonely
under flannel sheets...