loner.

Loner
not lonely
at least I tell myself a dozen times
a chosen solitude I suppose
at least I hope
and it's safer here anyway -

back to the wall,
one way out.

Heresy

Your voice isn't real anymore
your words are fallacy
I told myself long ago
this isn't something
it's in between
words and deeds
all I ever see
and
I can't reconcile what you mean
my head and heart won't meet

Midnight

Counting down
to count back up
I think I still love you,
never enough.

And who cares anyway
I'm overthinking everything
leading me back
back
back
to midnight.

Cue the clock.

Rosy Bright

closing doors
around every corner
never anywhere but here
among the stars
alone
thoughts race back to you
and shine
rosy bright
is this a memory
or a fantasy?