Depression hangs over my shoulder
Waiting, like a sentence to be ended...

If your life were a book
Every mark on the page...

You are still swimming inside me
Frozen in time, development abandoned...

Glassy-eyed high ballers
Gaping grinning broad shoulders...

One of you took my virginity
One of you took my heart...

Who is the enemy?
Women, who is the enemy...

The line of a leg parallels shoulder blades:
I cradle him within the shell of myself...

In the middle of the day
I lie on my bed, trying to die...

Best friend turned lover
What could go wrong...

The day I found out my lover had raped someone
I skipped dinner to hold his hand...

My friends are candles
Standing vigil around my bed...

His creased brow as he turns the pages
And you're in the bookstore; you're in the...