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No words to be spoken

No truth to be said

Only the written &

Words in my head

Dreams descend

like midsummer rain

Chaotic notes arrive

from you, your pain

Light that flourishes

Never subsides

Enchanting the silence,

no sparkle from eyes

The taste of salty moon honey,

Flowing down checks

A sniffle from two

Lonely they seek

Much Love Much Life

He wrote to me, for his birthday. Being certain to tell me how I never fulfilled his life, how I actually ruined it, how I am useless. He does not understand that I do not want to live in fear, or have endless days of celebration. I am not always one hundred percent sure of what I want out of life but he definitely showed me what I do not want. Even the beautiful glorious days we spent together, the wonderful way he made me feel, the laughter and dancing…. None of that is worth, living in fear.