Graffiti 8
High Cross
Pure
You are an amber honey, warm and unpolluted by grays.
Forty Foot
Marsh’s Library 2
Marsh’s Library
When
When reflections off the pavement no longer make you smile, and you haven't heard your own laughter echo for awhile... When the thought of any affection makes you want to scream, yet the thought of physical pain makes your eyes begin to gleam... When your fist feels more natural being curled up into a ball, but it somehow feels even better when it makes contact with a wall... When you're no longer sure if happiness is obtainable, and your fake-ass smile is sad and unsustainable... When there's no longer beauty found in every day things, then what's the point of seeing what tomorrow even brings?
Today
I'm unworthy of your warmth. I deserve the solitude and loneliness that lives inside me, not the comfort of being between your arms. I'm not meant for contentment, I'm meant for failure. I am perpetually reckless, selfish, and stubborn... making me undeserving of any form of love from you.
St. Patrick’s Cathedral
Left
I can wish and want and dream until my mind fizzles out from unrest, but still you won't be here. I will remain here alone, restless without your presence as I pace my way through memories only I'm left to recall.
AO Poetry 
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