The antithesis of my love makes their...
and their identity is not the hate I would expect...

Do not ask me to live.
You alone...

Where to plant, I cannot guess,
these tired, wayward feet...

Nausea in my chest,
like the butterflies...

I am your shield,
against the world...

I lost you.
You threw a dagger at my heart...

It’s loud here,
in this place they call a mind...

The You I knew once
promised...

You see it, I think
in my eyes...

To Marry You
Marrying you...

Two years
seven months...

Fading.
The setting sun...