I walk
As if...
Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...
As I learn more
about the way I think...
How is it I miss a future,
That never came to be...
How does one contend?
I see you fishing in the reservoir...
2am in the back of the car
Windows down, we’ve not made it very far...
Blackened waves dance turbulently
as I float upon their surface...
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...
I wake up daily wondering if today will be the day
that my life ends or if I'll be cursed in another...
I like the time between our visits.
Not because I believe 'distance makes the heart...
I could have had you
but your green eyes disturbed me...
Foes will often
Abuse trust of...