I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.