I'm told that time
conspires against...

I used to think of the night as an escape to the...
We concocted our own thriller...

We were never childhood friends, living down the
country roads where we could have thrown stones...

The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...

it's always about you.
i know you don't always mean...

One month
It's October already...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

A steady pulse
then everything crescendos...

The transients line my jail cell, disclosing that
evening will no longer let my eyes open...

O Lord, I am not worthy....
You claimed our scars as yours...

She was not mine to love
and still I would give...

Deep, night blue is longing,
expressions bearing no paint...