Sex on drugs, secret love.

The Sweetest sound of pain.

A poem about the side of us that we cast aside. Only to find that side of us only needed our love all along.

This is a poem about rain, and how it moves.

This poem is about how quiet it is at night.

This is a poem of what it looks like when it is sundown.

4/5/2012.

When broken down like a dream.

2/27/2012.

2/27/2012.