Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.
My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.
If you want to work on your art, work on your life.
And I have stepped into your dream at night,
A stranger there, my body steeped in moonlight.
I watched you tremble, washed in all that silver.
Love, the stars have fallen into the garden
And turned to frost. They have opened like a hand.
It is the color that breaks out of the bedsheets.
Does he fall for her features like rearranged furniture? When
he kisses her, does she taste like new paint?
I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.