between the narrow space
of your arms folded across your chest,
i saw the glue and scars
on a broken heart
trying to carrying the weight
of everything
AVP
between the narrow space
of your arms folded across your chest,
i saw the glue and scars
on a broken heart
trying to carrying the weight
of everything
AVP
by catching feathers
that fall from broken wings,
we get to fly
AVP
when he died
i felt
nothing
AVP
knowing my regrets by heart
and the cost of loneliness,
i burned the books
of handwritten dreams,
mishaps and photographs.
AVP
to be messy is to be human,
so color outside the lines of life
with your hands tied by mistakes.
paint your story
where pain and love coexist
so they magnify,
the remains of your name.
avp
against the storms of life,
love floated effortlessly
inside a beach glass bottle
drifting toward the shore
by the currents of
his unopened heart.
while he quietly walked head down along
the oceans edge,
love softly brushed against
the soles of his sea foamed feet
saying, the storms are defeated …
your heart sent me
to be opened.
AVP
traveling down the hard road
of stone and gravel,
he dodged a wreck of hearts.
glancing in his mirror,
the trail of dust reflected
the life he denied.
retreating into his dreams
he swam through the stars
and found someone to love him
AVP
living behind
a one way mirror
he didn’t know how
not to be lonely
AVP
someone of the same kind
raised a white flag by his heart
made of broken pieces
small enough for him to understand.
avp