I who have always found ways to escape,
skilled at filling gaps and stitching...

I ask of you to wipe my tears
with a last lecture you give me...

A calm gasp in
a warm breath out...

Thick air blows into my brown hair
just not as deep as the mass...

Write gently, miserably
some hollow poems of...

My dreams softly dilute into nightmares as
breathing turns to a useless habit without you...

I forgot you
but my broken lines...

I'm half a legend, when I read me, through your...
and half a breeze when I'm called with your voice...

Without you..I see lines of fire in my brain
I feel sadness, depression,I live unbearable pain...

Today I woke up in a state of
irrational dismay that perhaps...

I'm on the verge of falling again
into the bottom of failing arms...

See it's the glow you ruin inside
of me that leaves me so speechless...