i have not slept all weekend
occasionally i close my eyes
and i think of you

my love for you never dies
no matter,
what blows it takes

i step out of your life
my grip lessens
there is a darker place
and it starts to beckon

i thank you for your words
but like a pack of wolves,
they’ve just torn me apart

so others left her –
after she had fell in love
apparently this happened
without rhyme or reason

Collective Heap one day – you can do no wrong yet, the next day – you are the villain of … More

Last Sunday I Shared Your Bed last sunday i shared your bed and you reassured me, that i occupied the … More

i stare at the television
i pick over my food
i get caught by the darkness –
of my deepest mood

i am not quite here
caught in memories
that remind me of you
i am flat and without life