the tears started to fallbefore I even touched the keysb/c I knew what was cominthe ache the colorsthe way they would rip thru me major keys hit me like a fuckin sunriseyellow and orange and burnin chords that don’t just...

I’ve died here beforeunder the heat of the sunblood pourin into the groveswhere my name still layscarved into pavementbarely visible I remember fadin outturnin feelins into colorsrich reds achin bluestil they poured from my earsinto nothin but greythe clickin...

I stumble over metaphorsb/c language isn’t enough for youand silence is too muchbut I should probably say…I’m spillin out all over the placeall tangled up in half formed thoughtsdraggin my feelins thru the dirtto try to make them look...

it erases my hopeand hollows me out it’s breaks me downin the echoes of my thoughts it steals the flickerthat hides behind my smiledraggin my shadows behind itit slips in quietlyfillin every empty spacesmotherin my last steady breathshatterin what...

I’m tryin to write these thoughts to let them rot into somethin beautiful wrappin them in rhythmpressin them into stanzashopin they look less like desperationwhen dressed into linesand spilled into a messof pulse and poetry