Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

i watched you fall
(i watched you fall)
i wake up before you hit the ground
the scream dead on your lips
the scream dead on mine –
(i wake up before you hit the ground).

Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing

i’m sorry for the blood on my knuckles
for the split in my lip
for the bruise that purples greens yellows
i’d break every bone for you
your voice echoes in every beat –
of this too young, too old heart.