My skin used to glow, my blue
grey eyes - well, they spoke...

Your love for me was never questionable...
my expectations were outright unrealistic...

The evening of…
Please don’t listen to him, mama...

The morning after…
Don’t worry how I slept or the empty...

Tonight, I found myself in a rainstorm that was...
its chest roaring with wounds inflicted upon...

Nose-smeared windows
reiterate aged tracing...

I think how my life will change
if I let you in on this journey...

I wish there wasn't this
confusion...

It's raining in my mind-
not the kind of rain where it's impossible to hold...

I had hoped you would sense
the cry of these last five weeks...

I once perceived you as a flurry of chormatic
scales, audibly falling onto the bridge of my lips...

Listening to compositions no one has
rehearsed or heard before...