I lay here next to you
with death between us...
If you could just realize how broken I am
then maybe you would see that loving him was never...
What do you do, when it simply hurts too much
when all you thought you could believe in...
With loss at hand you sprawl bones
half naked into blurry nights and on behalf...
You, who trudges by the wearied
path, do you not know of...
If this is poetry,
I would rather you fill...
I used to take many
showers, daily...
Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...
No body knows what I'm holdin' inside,
I try my hardest not to run and hide...
Remember when you use to value my existence?
When I was important and worth talking to...
I lost that one thing that means more to me then...
That one thing i love more then anything ive ever...
She held me so close
that her heartbeat almost became...