I’ve thought about calling you up, but I change my mind. We said our goodbyes and now is not the time. It’s lonely out here on these Wyoming plains, but I’m the one who ran so I’m the one to blame. Amidst missing you, I love it out here. I can only hope that one day it’ll be your truck that I hear; hell, I’d be content with your voice on the telephone. Just anything to know that I left a mark like the one you left on my heart.

Pixie Dust

I break my heart to find the words to fill these white spaces. It’s an addiction

to the possibilities,

to the loss,

to the way it makes me feel,

to the way the words fill my head and swirl round and round until I write them down.

These poems aren’t built from pixie dust and glitter, they form from broken hearts and sweet things turned bitter.

Your Heroin Love

Your love is a heroin drug I stopped cold. I shiver like it’s freezing in the thousand degree heat of my lips on yours, but it’s a phantom dream and you’re a surreal fantasy in an addicted mind that can’t turn back right. I’m fucked up from only two nights of you and it’s throwing me into a heroin dream. My dear I never knew what you could do to me. Oh how you have wrecked me.


Oh Time – will this pain ever ease?