I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.
Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.
I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.
I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
I die a little,In the echo of your silence.
You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.
Numbered are the daysof hunger stricken straysa woman's curving tastea paper police state.