Untitled 7 Poem by Ryan ...

your smile has fished out my lungs
cold to the touch, seem to have been frozen in my chest.
like a towel, wring them of breaths from you
watch satiated faces flow like a waterfall
This breed of solitude can be ended elegantly
With no hope, see through the only things I can't see.
I watched angels die.
feeding me their fake smiles.
I'll be honest,
satiation seems harder to manufacture,
but seems fading faster.
I will never forget, a constant reminder,
desolation hangs me, in the fragrance of your desire.
exhale this rusted love, palpitates through me.
I've exhaled such beauty in a past lifetime.
I'll display my own insides in a glass room, museum.
and hang my lungs, for the wind to fill,
with see through shades of hope.