Wilted by the weight of it all, another waning moon, another melted snowflake, each precious and impermanent.

The dying light, relit by the full moon's shine. Memories of you like a glowworm in my chest.

Getting lost in the labyrinth of your mind, finding my home beneath your skin,

You cannot caress what isn't there and so I go on without a care brushing the trees, trimming the hair, writing endless poems "You cannot...

In most cases, I prefer my meat rare but with hearts, I like them blackened and smoking.

She stepped out of a whiskey glass, the taste of it still clinging to her skin, and I drowned myself in her whiskey ways.

That mesmerizing twitch of your enticing lips, the fidgeting form, fingers on face, feet dancing, your voice, rumbling and rambling

I find pleasure in a cup of coffee in the morning sun, indulge myself with sweet and salty food, appreciate every bite, pat my belly

Cursed to carry the missing piece, so heavy in my heart now, light as a feather when it was mine.

I have no pretty words to describe the ache, the empty place where someone should be.

I am gutted like a fish, all salmon pink and shimmering silver.

Such gossamer lies delivered on such frail strings, tin can phones and tag you're it.

I contain an ocean, islands, fjords burning forests, volcanic blasts, rivers, coursing through me

Your bewitching glamour steadily chipped away, flake by flake, like a statue emerging from the marble.

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She knows that I'm a slave to her every whim and so she tows me about on every failed venture, rotating her faces to propel us along the wa

These days bring decay and we are held together by the seductive glow, though where the light comes from, we do not know.

She slipped a powder some kid sold her into his bottle before the nightly binge began. She sat, quiet, still, making herself small

Come sit with me, my old melancholy, my dearest friend, we'll hold hands and watch the birds go by just as we used to do,

After I wake, the nightmare begins. There are too many hours to fill, stretching out before me in the Sisyphean path of life. You belong...