“If drowning taught me how to swim, this fall will teach me how to fall.”

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.

Listening-it is a love I cherish well.

Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?

Skin is just the softest cage.

Dear hands, Don’t let them tell you art is a hopeless pursuit art my friends is pursuing light for the hopeless.

When I think of things that fade from reach I see birds and balloons, life and love, me and you.

Pain has one name but finds you through many.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

My longing for intimacy does not abandon the love I’ve built for myself.

When we die plant us close so life grows from our love still. Even in death my chest will bloom for you.

A vicious cycle of becoming the thing that hurt you the most- Life.

If i never find the words for how much you mean to me you’re all the best ones and then some, love.

Love me fearlessly for everything I am and all the things I come with.

When I love I leave nothing for the dogs.

If words could scatter flesh the way it feels inside the heart i’d be holding up the walls in the house of our goodbye.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

I’ve tried staying where its safe far away from the deep end. Only to find out people still drown in the shallow end.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

I’m dehydrated, lacking the water you pour into me every time we drown in each other’s navy blue oceans.

On the verge of what is there to see, a beautiful landscape of the sea washing away what we’re made off, looking back we drown we fall.

I have often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can’t get my wife to go swimming.

I’ve never been so lost and it feels like I’m drowning.

Either the jump or the drown, loving her has always readied me for the fire.