The Static On The Line

Don't talk to me like you know me. Talk to me like you love me.

The Tick-Tock In Your Chest

I will hold you so tightly and carefully when I see you again. Like crystal. Or an atom bomb.

The Bed Of Clocks

I never slept that well next to you. But at least I slept.

The Falling Ash Reminded Me Of Snow

So you wrote words on the walls of the prison. Never noticing that the paragraphs became cages. Each sentence, a bar. Every word, another lock.

The Black Ink In Their Eyes

The problem is you think poetry is about words. But the greatest poets I ever met, never wrote a single word.

The Fragile Alliances

Sometimes I can't work out if you're a friend who wants to talk to me or an enemy who wants to take from me.

The Forgotten Star

You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest.

Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.