The first three lines of this poem were gotten...
Postcards fading on the wall...

I.
She stood in the doorway of what used to be...

I'm entirely capable of taking your criticism
And I'll turn it around to make sense in my mind...

After so many times
Of me jumping in the water...

While I pretend to be strong,
My world falls around me...

Sunlight descends over a rambunctious morning
Catholic school girls smear lipstick on when the...

*I don't know where this came from or if I like...
Tell me a story about your sister...

When you throw out your harmless flirtations
I feel unwanted butterflies arise...

Funny, isn't it,
how sometimes our strength is...

The tire swing sways gently in the breeze;
the children's gleeful screams fill the air...

Enchant me with your words
and bind me with your eyes...

Looking in the mirror,
The lady of the manor watches herself...