Say I don't do for you no more. Let me tell you what I've been through these days. Painting pictures to the sound of your music, the saddest of songs. Your fragility is in your voice, mine is in my words.

I think I love you way more than I need you. Separated by physical proximity, but you entertain me in my dreams. Your shortcomings makes me wild, still grasping on to the last bits of my dark side.

I've never loved someone younger, you force me to see the limits to my capacity to love.

The things we need to do to be together are never convenient.

photos by Alysha Nett