You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
there is nothing left to say
when your love is as warming
as the chilling sleet falling on
our arms in the winter

i look to my left and
you are not there
i look to the places we were and
you are not there
i walk in places we’ve been and
you are not there

You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses

I look at her in the mirror
she becomes me
her silent mess
undoing

i remember you pointing to me in the rain
my clothes slowly thinning see through
i was in awe
eyeing your form
outlined in the glittery crystals of water
i kept myself
oblivious to my roots in the opposite side of the long story
I was the silent thunderstorm
You were the invisible fire

I want love truly
But it always has a cost
Love never sees, me

Expressing emotions,
From unseen explosions,
And flinching at motions.