jordan

i like to see your face for 5 minutes it makes me happy

i read

i read your letter
it wasnt the paper kind
it was more like energy
transfered from your mind to mine

and i unpacked the clothes
that you set so humbly down
in the suitcase of my skull
muffling everything around

and sometimes,
at night i lose control
and when you cant breathe i cant feel anymore
like never
all the times i cry
are never
and when i do
its one small drop of fear
on a pillow of

power

Breathe

guitar god

Jordan/Creeper

Crippled Blues