I'm home all alone,
listening to a dead dial tone...
I did not know
that our time would be so brief...
Sometimes
the tinder box...
My heart is broken into a million shards
But my demeanor won't let it show...
I memorized the pattern of your curls-
The slope of each individual one clinging to your...
“Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
And then I did it anyways...
I grieved the golden tinsel in my hair.
I had a sinus infection...
I miss you in ways I’ll never admit.
I still whisper your name...
I've watched people walk away
Time and time again...
I’ve been moved to tears
By the lovestruck and alone...
As I walk into the bedroom,
And look around the scene...
I carry tombstones on my head,
each one carved with something...