I offered to you,
-all I had...

The strangest things I've told you:
I ride the bus to class so I never...

To the sun, I apologize;
for the moon, has my heart...

Crashing waves torment wires interlocked with...
As sparking jolts sizzle heart strings into acidic...

Suck the flutter from tinted wings of glory,
Unraveling your charms within bitter bites...

Shatter my silence within the four walls of mind,
For sepia images of you have become intertwined...

When I stopped writing I
swallowed words...

It was only when I
rested a teacup...

I have been wearing
the perfume of our past on my skin...

You -
who stood like Night...

I once twirled the moon
in the palm of my hand...

--For Nor.
She braids my hair...