Expectation is a starved wolf
wandering a desolate...

Lub dub... lub dub... Lub dub...
You quickly became the drum...

July has arrived with heated
winds and cheery...

Nostalgia used to claw under
my skin like dull razors...

Take my pen;
I have no need for empty words...

Does the chilly November air snuff out my breath?
Or am I a fool for thinking that I could breathe...

Even my blankest
pages speak...

You are a sinkhole threatening
to collapse beneath my...

I used to think you were the
marble pillars at the...

You caught me unaware-
lured me in with your honey-dipped...

I can still feel you tracing lightning
across my palm...

I'll miss the lavender sunrise
each time the rain pours down...