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...

Like a moth to a flame, I flew too close to your...
And before I felt the pain, the damage was done...

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...

It’s okay. You don’t have to say another...
*another song of sorts, written in prose...

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...

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

Your head rests against a silken pillow,
Forehead just inches from my pounding chest...

I taste like burnt coffee on your tongue
Like a cherry plucked too early from the tree...