I prepare myself for
the questions you'll ask...

I thought of you randomly tonight,
and realized, I still had your number...

Orchestral breakdowns
look pitifully insignificant...

Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter...

When people talk about raising their kids,
it's a strange concept...

It's funny how you thought you overwhelmed me,
when really, I overwhelm myself...

What's it like to wake up and feel
the start of a new day...

April brings memories of you -
your smile, like sunshine...

My desire to be safe
is a flower in false bloom...

The first thing that happens is you
romanticize it, or maybe that part...

Can we talk about how you made the unsaid, said?
You, who is so eager, wanting the best for me...

I let the flowers die,
not even batting an eyelash...