Your New Shape

I am in the forest
crying
watering the trees 
with the memories you left me

I had to pick up your things 
collect your coins

rocks with gold veins

and put them in a box

paintings and drawings 

thoughts you put on paper 

I collect

What do I do with it all?

What do I do without you?

I am stuck

holding every box

Stupid Is

Playing stupid isn’t a good look on you

play stupid long enough

you become it

and hearing how stupid you’ve let yourself become

to outrun feelings you lock in a cage

just makes you another stupid who does

Where I Hold You

I’m okay here

but this isn’t my dream 

so I’ll dream I have you

and to dream

means I feel you

so I’ll dream of you tonight