Don't you dare speak those words.

You know exactly what they will do,
to you,
and to him.

There will be no more
you and him.

Like the peach blossoms
broken from the delicate, young branches,
the verbal hail storm,
the weight of the ice,
will knock him to the frozen ground.

Raw,
Unsure how much affection he can return,
of how his own whirling thoughts fit with yours.
Your tale, far from fairy, will end.

Your open heart will shrivel,
like the salty sardines you left on the wooden picnic table
in the burning sun.

You will regret your thoughts and
you will regret your feelings,
but know, sadly, there was nothing left to do,
but leave too soon.

A flash of bright light
A meteorite
Shooting across my universe

Destroy
              ing          every
              ­                thing
                        in
                   it  s
                                                 path  


                        (for the better)

Leaving fragments of burning matter
Shards of glass in the ******, beating sun (my heart)
As quickly as your burning fire came into my sight, you were gone



Nothing



(but vivid memories, toasted lyrics and throbbing heartache)

The torrential wind blew my brain around my neck,
Like a whiplashed skewer,
Crooked and bending in ways wood should not.

The beer dried my tears

Anesthetic
Number Seven
Eight .   ?
N
          i
      n
                 e  ?
Who even cares...

The last rays of light on the brick
Alone
On the porch
Me and the teak wood
Wiping my tears with my sweet beers

Toasted music notes
Drift away
Slicing the atmospheric pressure
Wallowing in my sorrow
The pure pain
The sting of sweet love