And Then You Smile At Me, And I Remember That This, This Is What I Gave Up All My Good Poetry For. Because

And then you smile at me, and I remember that this, this is what I gave up all my good poetry for. Because when I am with you, heartbreak is over rated.

-why i cant write love poems

Ask the Moon

On the days that I have gone silent and it seems so has our love When I seem to be drifting away from you slowly Caving in on myself slowly On the days When my eyes cannot seem to focus on what is right in front of me And you begin to look foreign and I, like a stranger

On the days that I have gone silent and it seems so has our love I invite you to ask the moon for all it knows of me Retell all the nights we spent together just her and me, often in the company of shiny things; Like city lights and phones and stars and tears Ask the sun to tell you my story and then tell ours She did not see me often, But still smiled every time we passed Tell her I know she was trying. Let her tell you that she knew I was too Ask the air, to spill all the secrets I have breathed to it. You will hear your name more than once Go ahead. I give you permission. Let them tell you more of me than I ever could.

Let them tell you of how they saw childhood melt off of me leaving sticky honey footprints on the pavement and watched as me and my shadowed merged.

On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love

Stay Have a conversation with the moon Let her tell you of how even though she sees less of me now, she is glad of it Let the sun whisper it’s thanks to you for getting me out more, share your love of playing with my hair and kissing my eyelids Have a conversation with the air that shudders in our presence Let them tell you of how different the whispers taste now, of how different I taste now Make friends with my friends Let them remind you of everything you mean to me Even when I can’t

On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love Let the moon keep you company and assure you both her and I will be back tomorrow On the days I have gone silent and it seems so has our love Ask the moon She knows Better than I do Exactly how much I love you

Wayward Son Highlights: Part One

(mild spoilers)

“Pencils and Prayers. Pens and Promises.”

— What Did You Leave Me With 

Everything about this is violent

The waves of

Anger

Joy

Grief

Acceptance

Are all tsunamis

I haven't inhaled in weeks

All i know is water

All this air burns

But i cannot tell anymore

If drowing or breathing

Hurts more

Its just

So much pain

Wayward Son Highlights: Part Two

(mild spoilers)