Forget-Me-Not
she sits alone in her room...
Smeared dreams, like lipstick on the mirrors
of dingy motel bathrooms. Tears like blood...
I want to scream from the rooftop, hold
my arms to the air and let them see the...
I get asked why I cut myself
why I would ever hurt myself...
I usually love the rain-
But, today, it sounds like...
Paper dolls and intense emotions,
Laps of memories put in motion...
I was going to write a sad poem
But my nephew shot himself...
Sometimes I sit back and think
I think of everything I went through...
There are shavings and
dust and laughter...
Frigid air, frostbites the tip of my
whispers to you...
I love you with a passion I can't trust within my...
I need your skin against me to defend my minds...
I would cry.
I want to...