You're looking at me
like something is wrong...

It didn't take
long for me to...

I may be colourful,
and perhaps...

The sound of silence
Blindly deafening...

Somehow, when the lights fade, and the sun...
The hidden shadows watch me beneath my windowsill...

Asphalt;
melting by the swealtering heat...

The way I see myself
is the same way that...

My lips;
the taste of strawberries...

Perhaps it was
the manner in which...

Does it count
as abuse...

If only the weight was
lifted off your shoulders...

If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips...