How can my heart be beating,
when I feel so happy...

A shimmer,
a shine...

These days go by so fast,
I can hardly catch my breath...

Violence speaks the hands-
of someone who used to feel...

Patience- I try to tell myself,
but my hands want more...

I'm not waiting for your apology,
I'm not waiting for your hand...

You will not see me cry,
I know...

This is it,
my last...

Whenever I try to make things right,
It's impossible to give what is needed...

The tap of a finger,
the vibes of the trigger...

The way you breathe
inside me- you send shivers...

The ugliness of your blood
pours into the shallows...