Washed out, agonizing to be a glass bottle instead...
you concern yourself with to be crumpled; I'm...

You bandage my wounds
before bedtime...

Waiting for you
is praying so hard that...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

Where can I move where you are not near?
I skip through the fair, hands groping air...

I used to think my love for you
exceeded all colors, rose above...

Memory,
a composition of similes...

Guilt snatches me out
of cozy winters...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

I never meant to walk these streets a liar,
pluck untruths from worn cotton...

I never wanted to face the blood before,
a pouring out of an innocent man's human heart...