Monthly Archives: September 2014


You aren’t here, and I know this,
but it doesn’t stop me from checking
your side of the bed
in the depths of night.


[you’re my best reason to run]

My arms are always going slack at my sides near you.
It’s this tricky mixture
of shock and awe,
exhaustion and denial,
truth and lies.
I’m all lies, all eyes
on you.

I just can’t find the right way to hate,
to well up with enough feeling.
You’re my best reason to run.