I am the lost art amongst a
sea of authors...

I spent the past year trying to rewrite
you into my life...

Are you to blame for stealing
matches from my book...

My silence matches the
little vase by the window...

Just as fast as the smile
fleeting across her face...

We aren't seeing eye to eye.
We have similar perceptions...

Champagne supernovae
dance fleetingly...

There's a fire of ambivalence
that smolders just...

How much longer must you haunt
my brittle bones...

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

With hapless hands
stretched outward...

I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...