It's cruel when
you're trying to...

I am drafted to your scent,
far past dusk's arrival...

My purple glasses are always a wreck,
sliding down my nose, their lens dirty...

Getting over someone is not poetic. It's not...
I'm cleaned out of metaphors. My mind no longer...

Where is your face?
Why has it faded so quickly...

Electrocute me against gravitational pull
because the radical stars coerce every milky bone...

Helpless yet striving to be held
within the palms of a man who...

Dear Father, I'm imagining myself anywhere but...
enveloping visions into my life that I will...

Endless.
The ocean dome...

Chasing evening star,
you cup the fire of February...

You became my high, my up when I
wanted to dig myself a grave and tie...

If looks could kill then I'd hold
the key to resurrecting...