I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...

Call me a good girl
So I may revel in my eager subservience...

What I turn myself into for others is unhealthy:
I’d give my last drop of blood for a pinprick...

I wonder how long before this bleeding stops.
My salty tears, no longer antiseptic...

I am not cut out for this human heart.
It bleeds in colors only visible to me...

From the windy, cloud-cloaked shore
I watch the whitecaps blurring the horizon...

Securely tucked in their warm glow,
The frost in my chest begins to thaw...

I could disintegrate with a gust of wind.
My bones and body feel brittle and hollow...

Your gun had ammunition.
I heard it fire; I felt it pierce my chest...

There is nothing for me to forgive;
I hold no resentment, no anger, no disdain...

I see you behind your silken words,
Feel your heartbeat within their rhythm...

I hurt him in ways I never meant to,
Cascaded tears down his innocent face...