My image mocks me
Always reminding me of the woman I am not...
The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow...
Existence becomes survival,
living becomes a dream...
They have always said that death comes in threes,
But when God took him, he took the rest of me...
She wakes up every morning
and plasters her face with makeup...
I didn't mean to confine you
to the amusement park of my heart...
I'm not brave like you
to open a chest of drawers...
For my Mother, 2013
Let me tell the world that it was not you who...
Fall,
Where did your colors go...
7-31-2013
I know how it feels...
I'm ready to say goodbye
No one would care anyway...
Crimson tears,
Run from my wrist...