He says that I am the perfect girl.
He uses 'I love you' like an excuse...
Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...
No more waking up
to a warm cup of...
If the night knew
how much they talk...
You pushed me to the ground
and said that we were through...
I do not have a fever
yet I'm burning inside...
Show me how to live
I sleep amongst the carcasses...
Hurrying home to get started
I have so many things to do...
Life indeed is a teacher,
It taught me a true lesson...
Can you hear her,
as she whispers...
How could she do this
How does she think I feel...
Infinite emotions collide-
yet no tears fall from these eyes...