1685.

We are only so
much collision, broken and
bleeding from the crash.

1684.

You are my anchor,
alternately holding and
drowning. Such union.

1683.

The hollow parts of
me seeks a sustenance that
is full of murder.

1682.

Your heart is a sieve
that always sifts and leaks those
feelings of others.

1681.

If only we could
go back to when I believed
I would be enough.

1680.

Just because I wear
that certainty on my skin
doesn't make it real.

1679.

His arms are a cage
I place myself within. An
attempt to forget.