LEFTOUTSIDE

Underneath the pine tree,

Laying on that blue blanket with the white stripes,

Is the boy who chased the moon,

Arms wide open he was ready to catch,

The silver haired girl that lay in it’s womb,

With chains on her wrists,

A noose tightly around her neck,

By the skeleton that held her captive,

On this grass hill I will die,

Memories of your hair,

Worms in books,

We are both rotting corpses,

Blind to our smell,

I walk alone in dark alleys,

Accompanied by stars and a half moon,

I wallow in loss,

I sob inconsolably while a bush holds me,

A black spider web in the sky that connects us all,

I look up and the stars align,

A picture of you, your past, present and future,

I sob for you, I sob for us.