My dear who loves so easily,
who dreams of true love...

She wakes up every morning
and plasters her face with makeup...

I sit on the roof of this apartment-
where I am not allowed...

My addiction has two blue eyes
I get lost in, with paint-splattered hands...

Mad.
We're mad for each other...

Tears turn to Fire.
Grief to Power...

Of all I have,
I have lost twice the much...

Do what you wish-
cut my money off...

Poetry can be anything you want,
anything in the world...

Life is about finding your sun-
finding your happiness...

Swirling,
spinning around...

There's this girl
Everyone thinks she is happy...