He left my rhythmic world
for something...

If selling raunchy lingerie on Ebay
is okay...

I could smoke herb cigarettes
and sleep till noon...

I suppose I'm expecting
you'll dim...

No one teaches a flower how to wilt;
it just knows when to wither...

Darling,
It's 8:02 am. Cold and snowy. Winter is just not...

I saw them there-
your words framing you...

Someone else's toes
muddled themselves whilst stepping...

I'm frightened by the things
I cannot see...

Because
is simply not good enough for him...

I don't know why I love you,
only that the question sits with me...

Here\'s a poem
written by the hands of my heart...