Tonight, my eyes unzipped the skytasting dreams that turned to stone. And there you were.
Is poetry the ink of the soul,the crumpled pages of my shattered heart?Is love a broken…
What scrapes against me feels jaggedas if I bypassed an errant nailand it sharpened itself inside my…
You feel like bee stings on my armand everywhere else in this momentbecause all the words that were…
It’s hard to fight this feelingof fluttering underneath my skinbecause it feels so differentand not…
There isno zenithhigh enough