Freedom...
Envy
Oh how I’m jealous of your newfound happiness...
What is this place, it’s not what they said.
There’s no golden gates, just icy cold dread...
it's an odd sensation
to wonder if we've ever met...
Every morning begins the same way,
with the sun breaking through the curtains...
Loving you was the most exquisite form of...
Each touch, a slice to my soul...
In the quiet of my studio, I begin again,
Chisel in hand, marble before me...
I bet you tell her she’s cute the same way you...
But her naivety won’t last forever with you...
Broken Pieces
Shattered glass plastered upon the pavement...
You’re living in a haunted house.
I bet you still pull my hair out of your shower...
The ocean calls to me -
Her siren song so captivatingly harmonious...
You ask what depression’s like for me, and I try...
how it comes in a myriad of shapes and shades...