this is all that’s left.

by breathwords | Apr 18, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations

the trees are dressed in winter, abandoned pieces left behind, fine spider lace and skeleton leaves and something heavy hanging in the air quickly comes the night its silent embrace feels too much like your own, leaving me to crave not the warmth, but your bitter...

it took me awhile to see.

by breathwords | Apr 17, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations

i left a paper trail of poetry, a path for you to follow when you finally decided that you needed me after all, whispers in the dark that would guide you to my heart looking back, i should’ve known that my words would never be enough see, i’d been screaming for years,...

a storm of change.

by breathwords | Apr 16, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations

we watched the sky, saw the clouds paint it black, a breath of foreboding staining a canvas that was once covered in a million shades of blue there is a storm on the horizon and we are becoming something new, dark light meets white shadow do you feel these winds of...

you cannot keep a storm caged.

by breathwords | Mar 31, 2020 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations

we tried to capture time in a bottle, thought we could rake up all our past lives, practice some secret spell to only keep the parts we liked in a sad attempt to avert change we thought, maybe, just maybe we could tilt the scales in our favor but life doesn’t work...

we make do.

by breathwords | Oct 4, 2019 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations

we eat worry with yesterday’s leftovers, anxiousness swallowed down with a bit of bread that we bought with loose change found between seat cushions years of empty pockets have left us accustomed to its stale taste it will be another long day today the poems will have...

waiting on answers from the sky.

by breathwords | Sep 7, 2019 | Bittersweet Breaths, Extended Exhalations

we exist in this summer haze, days trailing into nights we sit beneath midnight skies painted obsidian and aubergine, sipping on Guinness and cider and talking about life and love and the ache of it all we keep waiting on this new moon to impart its infinite wisdom,...