I beg for the tears
To fall upon the ground...

It was all a blur,
A memory imprisoned...

I sit there
Running out of paper...

I remember feeling something
Anything...

I put him on the bedside table and took him out of...
And then with the ironic symmetry these situations...

You left me at the station
You left me with a cool sensation...

Enrage and
Disengage. Then...

Geniuses never needed guidance,
And while you still have humility left, I'll...

The scars are hidden under my trouser leg,
Only the blood sometimes shows...

My Patchwork Heart
I'll sew it back together again...

Walking down the street
She breaks a heel...

Sorry for honesty,
And telling you what you needed...