Subtlety is not my forte when it comes to you;
Open mouth, spilling words long left dormant...

My eyes flutter close and I dream of nothing.
I see only the emptiness that lies behind my eyes...

The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine...

Love to me has never felt real. Rather a lie that...
Until you...

I try not to think about you anymore
But it’s hard to forget how your smile touched...

She was a pristine rose plucked;
A vision in crimson from a sea of scarlet...

From the windy, cloud-cloaked shore
I watch the whitecaps blurring the horizon...

Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...

I used to whisper my wishes to the moon,
Spoke to her as if her craters were your face...

You pluck what you want from me like the petals of...
Yet I do nothing to fight back, wishing to give...

She’s screaming out at the top of her lungs
While he sings a girl all the songs they had sung...

I miss honeysuckle and wild berry bushes,
Carefully climbing trees in the front yard...