a "broken composer"

we haven't spoken

in what seems like forever

so now i'm left broken:

a broken composer.

an empty mind,

an empty soul,

no progress on paper

nor in my whole.

fix me, or break me,

i'm tired of being stuck

in this limbo of feeling

nothing at all.

lets write a story...

just like glass

hmm i wish my hair was black.

owch.

tell me where it hurts,

i'll help it to bleed.

tell me when you're sleeping

and i'll startle you awake.

tell me when i've gone too far

and i'll jump right off the edge.

i miss you.

without you i'm so lonely
i'm tearing at my own skin
i'll wait for you forever
if i don't go insane.



without you i'm so lonely
the world seems crumbling in
the sky must be falling
for this tragic state i'm in.

without you i'm so lonely,
i'd run to you if i could.

dazzle me

in the form of my mother's first barbie doll,

this dress is my childhood.

this dress was her love,

and so this dress was mine.

Maybe a tad flashy,

but worth it, nonetheless.

dawn of the dead

old, forgotten

not exactly broken

but no longer desired

left behind

to rot.