i want to tell you i like your voice and the things you'll never say.

i will write poems on your bones. you will remember me.

"the loneliest people are the ones who always spoke the truth."

let's be poems.

you smell like clouds and i cry because i can't have you.

"i like broken people because they understand."

"we were together. i forgot the rest."

i write poetry to find you.

you're the poem he'll never write.

and you keep falling in love with your loneliness.

the poets and the wounds are in this together.

silence is my favorite color.

she only liked flowers, his voice and death.

the cities are sad, the poets are lost.

(he smiles because she is madness)

all the words are living inside me.

you were designed to break your own heart with things you'll never have.

but you can't hug a sad sea.

it's all about ashes, broken poems and the time we didn't have.

there are memories that don't want to be remembered.