You wrote about me,
There for I'm writing about you...

Its for the good-bye
kisses I never get when...

It was unfair how you judged me
based on acts that I never committed...

Today,
I will not look consequently...

Perhaps,I
Who feel locked because...

Last night I came home
no one asked me if i was alright...

'It was not cookies,
but secrets...

To think we were
palm trees in...

More venting,less poetry...

Our love was like
a fruit...

You asked me
to cook you...

Yes,sweetheart I know
that I've failed many times...