On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...
Nothing concrete holds the past;
only the fake empathy...
I feel empty
Yet so full...
Just because she comes off strong
Doesn't mean she didn't fall asleep crying...
“when I was a kid
I used to play in the garden...
Nooses slither around necks
ever so gently, tightening...
Time flies.
With every blink another year...
Remember when you
do crash, don’t pick at your wounds...
Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...
One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...
A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...
O look how that moth
exchanged its rubicund wings...