Theres not enough blank
for you to spill your words...

No more sugar coated lies, I love this, I love...
So sick of it, clogging up my space, such...

Waking up to scents,
Of dead roses in the air...

Hand to my mouth
wanting to grasp at the air...

*also titled [Un]Perfect
I saw you the other day...

I feel it in the air
slipping away from bedsheets warm...

I am sixteen
I confess, but to all honesty...

Hand written love notes from no one,
are smeared like rose petals...

I let the meat sit out
and rot...

Im sick of time
Waiting for healing to run its course...