Words are just words They say But if they’re “just words,” Why do they hurt so much more When they tell the truth?

We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric

morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights

Something warm has curled up inside my chest. It is filled with hate, with sadness, with things I cannot express.

It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?

He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…

I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face

And we were always running never to but always from and always running... And we were always hurting never for but always from

We have tendencies to be self destructive and it was only ever our fault, yours and mine and we were never okay.

I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.

dance in the sun watch it splatter over your face

All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter