cycles (with old photos)

from canvas to cave

from healthy to hell

and back again

full of myself to

filling myself to

sober refueling

i never lost you while

you were changing while

i too changed

   

i was no good and

really good, i was there

and nowhere

lip to chest to

belly through lip and

heart to hearts cycle

smile to sin to

scream to grin towards

you at the entrance

and the door

swung open