I wish we had been born in the same earth,our roots, reaching for the same sunlight,tangling in each other as we burst through towards the blue sky. You are the most beautiful flower in my garden.

It was never any less true,the way I looked at you, with that glint in my eye,you know the one,the one where I’m about to abandon everything I’m doing and dive into the shallow end of my sentimental slurry,wading and waiting,doing lengths of my despair,until I found something new to feel,and I scribbled and scribbled…

She craves the honey that drips from my body,I leave a trail of temptation, from my lips, to the sweet spot on her hips,that little bit of her that makes her whole self melt when it’s touched,and I’m in luck,because my imagination is second to none,and I can pretend she’s really here,when the door flies…

I glow like the sun,growing up again,throwing out the way things were,and thriving on a thread bare sense of self.It’s enough, just to know that I have a vague idea of where and when I am,and it’s enough to feel a genuine glow, on top of the pain. I didn’t want to die before I…

She’s so close,you know,like the promise of snow on Christmas morning.The kind of hope you hold onto,your hands tight around it,aching with the aftershock of past disappointment,but budding with the fresh flowers of faith.I see her in my dreams,taste her when the sun rises, and my eyes are all aflame,I chant her name in my…