June 12, 2017
the wandering lost souls in the
i fed upon your tears like it was the only thing that
to think that i
would have lived an eternity with your
breath upon my shoulders,
the lights still shined on in
remind yourself that you matter,
June 8, 2017
you told me
you would have married perfection if you could.
you would have cared for perfection if you could.
instead, you could only love
amidst the mess you created.
oh, but the beauty died
within her each
under the shadows of
deprived of the sun, of everything you didn’t have.
and yet you wonder
your mass of
the syrup you fed into my system.
you told me you were always right.