There is an indent in the spaces between
those two moles of which your fingers uncovered...
Love was like an anchor tied to my feet
It drowned my soul and made me weak...
I really am so sorry
How perfect it would be...
I miss you and all the terrors
our friendship demanded of us...
His lips are soft When he touches mine
His arms embarrassing...
Everyone has someone to love
But i will be all alone...
I see you.
Here, there...
The Wanderer
In the days before I wandered...
Cling to his memories
on her way to that railway station...
my bones are cold...
they are empty...
I walk, and she sways-
I grin, and she smiles...
You stood there, at the summit of my
merciless memory...