I pour over you and mend and capture,

I’m terrified by this cloudburst heartbreak,

lost in a thousand ways.


It is a long road

but we are pressed together at midnight

and I can’t seem to stop the slide.


It is a steep something where I could fall,

I still want to frame this and drink it every morning.


It is a chaos I can only draw in simple,

it is so much I am willing to lose.


It is a long drive

and as you pull away I can find your heart closer.

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Written 3/29/17

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  just.... wow!


just.... wow!

"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.