It was 5 degrees for the second week and it’s finally warm enough to rain
The lake ice cracks and craters with the falling march misplacement a self destructive act of passion (i don’t blame you but you let this happen)
There’s a storm chasing me when i put my head down i’m doing everything for your attention like drunk driving in the snow i wish you’d beg for me to make it home.
I watch flowers wilt on top of graves and understand why they carve our names in slate If I could just escape to her I'd want to know, Does she still keep her kings in the back row?
i need something to look forward to i forget what it’s like it may sound pathetic but we all need it sometimes.
You’re the scar I tried to hide with have a smile and new tattoos and even when i’m covered your true colors shine right through
i hope these words can make you cry and make the years i’ve waited worth it the years i’ve held it all inside until this pain gave them a purpose.
your frail wrists read lies and love you always had your hands behind your back