When daddy took off
and then mommy, too...

Such innocence made in a child
And rarely wasted on none expectant...

Counting the cracks in the floor
I'm forced to look at my splintered hands...

One day I found
a little black cat...

It's empty
It's full...

He lives on her every tear
Descending so slowly...

She lands on his doorstep day after day
Looking like a dried-up sponge...

Shelling out this __
To make an empty space...

How easy to write a poem about love
Then kiss me lover and fall to your death...

Melt the candle
beside the bed...

I like how God hasn't wasted his colors
but simply gave you black eyes...

I'm writing a book that no one will read
with a cover made of wax...