The night was warm but the rain was cold
Your eyes the color of obsidian stone...

I still keep your flowers on the kitchen table
A reminder of what once was and no longer is...

I’m not good at much.
I get nervous at the idea of interaction...

In a time long ago a girl lay in the woods
Her wings dirty, halo cracked upon the ground...

Drunken blur and pastel skies
Faded in your silly lies...

Waking up to anticipation lingering in my bones
Hoping just to see you on the other side of a...

March 17, 1997, under the four-leaf clover,
- a symbol of faith, hope, love, and luck...

I wanted to be selfish.
To fall to my knees, entangle our fingers...

I play movie scenes of the two of us in my head...
It’s strange how easily you take over my senses...

She made me delicate.
She peeled back layers of protection...

The sunset drips in hues of blood orange,
Melting into whispers of the softest blues...

Buried deep in the cosmos,
Embedded in the Phoenix constellation...