His name is J and I don't know him well.
His existence in my dream may be a...

i don't remember the last
time i broke down, crying over...

The bed -
it beckons me...

I don't accept you for who you are.
I throw you in the trash...

I could never sleep through
you disturbing me...

the AC kicks on and rattles the closed door...
how many times now have i been told...

I want you to get to know me,
to pull me aside, in your chestnut cardigan...

The fake flowers
take gentle peeks...

I dreamed about
you in between the...

I'm used to the trains in our backyard,
the baritone doesn't scare or startle me anymore...

we were powerless
that night, in all...

you never cared for blueberries,
even when they were fresh, a deep purple...