I tried my hardest to bite the nails of this poem...
forehead, to lay on the lines of this paper...

Usually I don't mind life's suffocation, in fact I...
to not have to breathe or think momentarily. Now...

Surprise visits must not be for people in love...
because here I was, in this cave with no lanterns...

There are moments where finding your escape...
or in a sound. There are places that free us from...

There use to be a time where I thought we were all...
We all have feelings and things to say and it...

If love is supposed to be persistent,
I wonder why icycles drip down...

I've never carved my name into a tree or left my...
in wet cement. I don't want to be remembered here...

I've avoided the passage that led to your dwelling...
but fingerprinted walls and canvasses of your face...

She's been too busy getting drunk on shooting...
and wasting life on doteing sunsets that she...

I've wasted years writing of lost love while not...
I've lived in sin frivolously while believing in a...

You took off like pollen in May
and as I tried chasing you, there...

She writes romantic poetry because
her ideas about love outweigh her...