I feel exacberated,
loneliness...
I fell for your charm
but I was never enough...
as per the radar in my eyes
i’ll wear a rain coat and rainy boots...
On restless feet she wanders
through the garden of her life...
There rose a sun,
but I'm doomed...
To have
someone raise their eyebrows...
...and if you ask about my well-being,
I am floating over clouds...
I fall asleep next to you,
a shadow from another...
i was not taught to be gentle;
the whirling winds outside...
misery is a quiet resource; an unknown quantity of...
you were the oasis, the empty vessel that life...
The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep...
Ink seeps down, again,
Scratches, reflections, soap dust...