scioto sunsets:

the sun comes and goes,

as the day passes from

dawn to dusk;

you are my sun and you set

moments agone.

i am waiting for you to arise,

supplying my eyes with your

honeyed rays of light.

if i had my way you

would always stay,

but you're as free

as these words i write;

your choices are yours,

they will never be mine.

untitled #5:

it was okay even when you

damned my name, taking the

remains of my brittle heart

and it was okay when you

stole my soul, crushing every

last bit of light i had to offer

you were okay, and i wasn’t.

and that’s okay, for i’m to blame

for giving away my heart,

my soul, and my name

coffee shop thoughts:

a cup of coffee and

an ounce of words.

turning my heart into

ink, acquiring all the

questions or answers

to seek

fragility:

your heart isn’t capable of

treating my fragile feelings

rationed for your discretion;

releasing more than the blood

pumped through your cold,

apathetic body.

and you dismissed them.

they are fragile for a

reason. i am delicate.

my heart is supple; you

crystallized my veins,

twisting them together,

taking the remains.

the beat of my

existence will never be

the same, for it only beat

for you