The night betrays the day as you betray the dead.
You continue on living with a bullet in your head...

1 2 3 4 5
Counting the steps I take...

I'll change the color of the sky
and never say the words good bye...

If I could be the book on your shelf
I would see you everyday...

And yet the music plays again
With all the violence seeping in...

The rhyming scheme of this poem is ABAB and the...
The air burns my skin along with my eyes...

You have perfect imperfections.
There's no need to make corrections...

To my beloved broken self
I sent myself something...

Here I am.
Here I am...

You're breaking rules like you're snapping sticks.
You're breaking limbs off just for kicks...

Draw me a heart on paper; lined.
Don't keep feelings so confined...

I don't remember now and then
I skip the middle and go straight to the...