I'm a soul in paralysis.

Got a graveyard for a heart.

You are the raven at my door.

The skeleton in my closet.

Ghost of my past.

First star I see in the evening.

my dried four leaf clover.

torn paper cranes.

and, sleepy 11:11.

you gave me paper wings,
but I handed you the scissors.

So, tonight, I'm chasing sunlight.

with hopes that I feel some dew.
on my busted lip,

(like i felt your smooth love.)

oh my, and the salt.

those weren't butterflies,
i felt every time I saw you-
brushed hands or kissed.
w a s p s; they call them.

because,

i see you.
          singing our song.

              not to me.

but HER.