They lift my legs.
Left. Right...

Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...

I sometimes wonder
when I'll stop deleting myself...

"It's not my fault you're feeling this way."
And it's not - but your coping mechanism...

The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow...

You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame...

10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...

I was never one to be afraid of heights,
but now I'll have to admit...

I didn't mean to confine you
to the amusement park of my heart...

She is an unplayed instrument:
a concubine at the west wing...

I'm a vessel, but I feel.
When you put me on that hardwood floor...

Darkness pins, the sun
it splits...