Lucas Regazzi Mode

“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to
pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy,


I’ll rob the bank that gave you the impression that
money is more fruitful than words, and
I’ll cut holes in the ozone if it means you have one less day of rain.
I’ll walk you to the hospital,
I’ll wait in a white room that reeks of hand sanitizer and latex for the results from the MRI scan that tries to
locate the malady that keeps your mind guessing, and
I want to write you a poem every day until my hand breaks
and assure you that you’ll find your place,
it’s just
the world has a funny way of
hiding spots fertile enough for
bodies like yours to grow roots.”



Someday, you’re gonna  see the things that I see. You’re gonna want the air that I breathe.  You’re gonna wish you never left me.

-Clouds, One Direction,  Four Album