Blue blazing eyes

I hear your voice in my sleep

How could I ever turn to tell you it's killing me?

Look at you. You represent everything I have spoken about wanting, aesthetically, characteristically, motivationally – I know how happy I would be with you, and I have only just met you.

How could I

I press my bruises every other minute.

face it head-on 

To My Dearest Oma Rose,

In one moment, a day long ago

Of all emotions what we seem to feel

Tell me about how I've been wrong

I miss your embrace