Maybe if we drank shark blood,

We’d be braver.

Sweat the fear out

And write your poetry in Excel spreadsheets.

I’ve been reading about mountains

And men

And eyes full of tears,

Dew drops, remembering

The shapes of things no longer whole.

What’s the weight of little things?

Commas and colons

And full stops of the heart.

Sudden, like true beauty,

Flowers blooming on the edge of the garden,

And lightning bolts that go unseen.

My emotions only live inside my finger tips.

 

How many times have you thought

Of love

In an empty room?