someone.

she was a
free bird
with a broken
wing

waiting for
someone
with a fix

but even she knew
she wouldn’t
let just

someone

fix it.

directions

you
don’t need to
lay down
a map

and show me
with your
manicured finger
who
you are.

i can tell
from your

eyes.

new books.

keep on

your old
shoes
and
vintage looks

and
buy new
books.

stars

the sun
was
busy making the
moon

so i
decided
to go under
my sheets
and

break into
stardust.

Stop talking

stop talking.

just show
me your
eyes

and
let me
read.

You

stay you.

it looks
amazing
on

you.

let’s save lives

i am only
a human

it’s the
poetry
that saves

lives.

Again

we lie
each day
in the face of
love

just to walk away
and love

again.

Gypsy soul

didn’t they
tell you
dear?

we aren’t
staying.

let’s go.

that perfect glimpse

the fresh smell
of a newly
laid mattress
on a perfectly assembled
bed frame roams
in the air

filling the room
with the virtuosity
of what only money
can buy.

a single glimpse
catches the painted
reflection of a newly
furnished life.

there’s nothing wrong
with that glimpse.
it’s all you’ve
always wanted to be.

silence.
utter silence.

and then you hear
a water drop traveling
down, reaching for
the sink,
to be in touch
with something it
belongs to.

or maybe your heart
wants it to be
that way.

this is what
loneliness
looks like.