lost letters

There were lost letters written

And damn how they bled

Your name again and again

As i ran out of paper

the past blew in through my window

my peaceful bedroom air became heavier

Mixed with the whisper of your laugh

Those blue eyes with green in them

Somewhere still buried deep inside

Is the love I've carried everywhere

Into bare houses with dead walls

Hoping to make one a home.

loving tough

The thing about taking chances is that

not everyone will take one on you,

The thing about living with an open heart is that

misery and suffocating pain will stick to it's flesh, 

The thing about wearing your feelings on your sleeve is that

you might not be the exception to the rule,

The thing about deep breaths to find calm is that

sometimes it's just you gasping for air.