Laying on my bed
crying one more time...
I fall upon these bruised, bloodied knees,
In a field desolate and full of pain...
How was it so easy for you?
Simple as black and white...
Everyday I think to my self why couldn't I be the...
If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...
I've lost everything
A poet I no longer am...
I know it's been a while now
Since I last saw your face...
We vowed to never
become the forest fire...
The chaos rattles in my head
Shakes up my broken heart...
You said that when my
pen breaks, and I am left with...
It is fear,
fear of not being able to look at you...
In February,
there is tenderness in the air...