Note: I know there are not any apostrophes in this...
As a child, my impressionable imagination...

Once when I fell, you gave me you hand
Giving me reason to once again stand...

Too late to love you,
the time's gone by...

I felt it.
The soft warmth...

I'm at a loss of understanding,
so perhaps someone can enlighten me...

Understanding, understanding, my lone and...
Comprehension, comprehension, of this reality...

Bittersweet winds scratch their claws upon my...
As my tinny feet make soft impressions, short...

It’s expected you know,
at bottom...

This poem is dedicated to my sweet friend Danika...
Just know that I am looking for you...

Slave
to the once wings...

We mock, and we tear, and we break, and we rip,
Because we judge, and we assume, and we analyze...

The antithesis of my love makes their...
and their identity is not the hate I would expect...