I let the meat sit out
and rot...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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