can i come over and put your heart at ease

There's been a sign
on my door
'vacant'
I have left
so much space
but the thing is
no one wants
to live
somewhere
that is
empty.

there are no words;
so you piece together
what’s left of you
and hope someone
will understand
the silence

Losing you
was the
bittersweet
begining
to finding
me.

To sail on a sea
a thousand lives deep

“Echo, I will not talk with thee, for thou art a dead thing.”

John Webster
The Duchess of Malfi, 1612

If I could be
anything
let me be
the words
you save
for something
beautiful.

I want to be graceful but this grief weighs me down.

It's all part of the pain, old friend, healing is very rarely kind.

sometimes it’s easier to stay lost

We agonize
then we put
our pain
out into the world
one piece
of art
at a time.

. So tell me again,
How do poets write their goodbyes?

I have been fooled
by kind words
spoken from
a cruel mouth
but my heart
still longs
to hear them.

I should have remained unwritten.

Sometimes I let myself listen to that song that kills me

oceans ache for her

In the absence
of the moon
we look to the
stars
but where
do I look
in the absence
of myself.

You didn’t tell me
you loved me
when you loved me
so I turned myself into this

In a grave a thousand years deep

If you could
learn
everything about me
there's no way
you'd stay.