i slowly breathe in,

the scent of your chest,

silently hoping for another day.

'cos there it was

your unconscious beauty,

lying on a strangers bed,
between my arms.

Who could think of such glory.

A while ago,

in another universe,

tears bursted in the shower.

and in a fever dream,

I started feeling again.

for me,

it has always been you.

What a pity.

sorrows of good times

How could I forget, when we were young and believed ourselves broken
Whilst being whole and glorious,
living simple lives with superficial pain.  
So lost, we thought found.

How could I forget, when we were young and believed ourselves broken,
And to think how now 
that we are broken, 
we want to believe so bad we are okay.