Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...

I love and you leave
and then I leave, and you love...

First you were just an itching indentation
and I was a swollen pain...

Everything is so awful
and bad...

Silver bullet kills
the wolf in us, silver moon...

Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...

Look
how inflated I am...

There is a desert between our lips
that cannot be satiated by all the mirages of...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

Where everything is versified to be uttered
and sublime is not external and pretended...

Safeguard your beauty,
not in the mask you wear...

These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...