The blade injects color into my skin
drawing out the one memory...
A Piece Of Me
January fourth two thousand fifteen...
To my lover: unlace the embroidery
that's become of my mind, unclasp...
An End
Standing high upon this edge...
Burning into the flesh of innocence,
Are the words a child is lead to believe...
2015-01-04 05:18
Every love poem I've ever written...
Another battle,
can I silence the prattle...
You have not been missed,
so why show up now when...
Your body is frail and sketched with wrinkles,
and you are suffocatingly...
The poor souls,
not yet even lived to see...
This is crushing me,
into a thousand tiny pieces...
I wake up at the same time as always
Right away, I wish it could just be the next day...