Days ago she had something to say;
now the toilet seat has become a comfort...

I'm sorry for worrying you.
I'm sorry for not being able to get over you...

Total
Obedience...

A frail bookworm studied the rules of passing
on the solid yellow lines of Whimsworth and Third...

You and I are alike, we have a pulse trying
and footprints guiding us forward...

I first saw them at the
bottom of the mountain, consulting...

I haven't changed for you. But I've changed over...
Tonight, I'll pray to God. I'll ask the saints to...

You held out your hand
to stroke the sun...

When will your love be enough?
I've turned to all the wrong things I convince...

If You (and You did) read my heart
and know my name before I...

He's the poetry moving
from her sun tattoos...

[Should I even share this?]
I am able to distract myself...