My Life Is Dusk.

They said it was,
and I believed it.
I meant to keep you,
in pews, from the back of what I know.
And I held you down
and I stalked around,
in the most incoherent manner,
assuming the worst
and I bet that's why you left,
no I'm sure that's why you left.
But I'm fine,
I swear that I am fine,
dear God,
I am fine.

October Harvest (Beat Down)

Suppose we never met,
and I never knew
what it meant.
Suppose I wouldn't need
to be mended,
but I never give up.
Relentless in attempts.

I sat down by the wooden fence,
it just felt right.

But I never cried wolf,
it just came as it came

But I never felt like I was drowning.
I could've sworn
I was awake on the side of the tide.

But I am
constantly growing.
At the most unsatisfying rate.
I am growing.

The Fence, In Autumn.

I predicted the inevitable rainfall
as the show began to start.
And I felt the stares
that could've been the end, and swallowed me whole,
but I'm certain you didn't want me dead.

You must've whispered something soft,
as I fell to the floor and began to entomb the stage.

It never crossed my mind
that lightning could crack so hard,
to bring me back to our city,
and let me glimpse at the "what we knew"
as we bled into streets that
could've held us up.

Re: Point to Point

We walked
for what seemed like miles
asking each
if we felt it.

But I never thought
to ask what I really wondered.
It would end what I knew
and become what would engulf me.

Things That Die/Friends I Miss.

What do you do?
I count and hold my breath.
And when the sun sets,
and the temperature is just right,
I try to make out
everything you told me that day again and again,
I never heard such a story,
until you put it into my ears.