My hand is still here.

holding yours.


is it opening or closing for you?


where nothing swells up.
just flows behind.

in a constant moment to dry my eyes.





Broken white to sleep in such lonliness.
only to awoken by its sword.

I'm sullen in my quickest and my try again.

in all and every way.





what is it like to be sure again?




your poison, sipping me until im not almost gone.




i'm tired.










and forever, can i love you?.