M. Hank

i say goodbye and yet i find myself thinking about you again

i think about you in the weeping willow

singing a song of emotions that i do not know

i wonder if given the opportunity

I am someone who is waiting on a dock in the middle of the night. There is a gross, green electric light shining on me. There is something out in the waves. 

Arrows and 

Men alike

both shall 

break and shatter 

at the means 

of the other 

Look to the sky

for salvation

He was a sacrifice 

yet he did the same

Now he is Immortal

What are you

besides dead? 

We hung out under a tree

The day they all left

Lost and alone

In our own heads

Someone forgot their hoodie and came back

And I ran to them

Yelling their name

Tacklehugging them

Needing them back.

she says i’m warm

yet i feel 

cold

distant

i feel space,

the seconds 

and severed flesh

that separates 

me from myself.

how can i be warm

how can i be excited