They wore satin robes, a heart protected by
intangible armor...

i started a fire
at a nearby pavilion...

A maroon sweater clings to me, but my legs
stick out, not like twigs, like passing lanes...

You're a momentary home,
beclouded among my many...

Dr. Pepper is my weakness,
especially when it's in large styrofoam cups...

I would rather the truth prompt a war,
then helplessly witness...

it's always about you.
i know you don't always mean...

The library door is creaked open, for you.
I don't want the worry of, "is she having bad...

I never realized my back
could be exposed like...

Autumn has taken my lungs
I breathe cities and buildings...

Hope is a bird that dies outside
my window every morning...

Your fingertips tiptoe up my spine,
inviting me to fall under your spell...