Looked at you today
Caught you looking at me...

Tried to love you
But I couldn't even love myself...

I have been loved
Too much...

I'll never be your home
I am not as beautiful...

There is an unopened letter,
there in that box...

I don't want any of it
Roads, lights, buildings...

I wanted to speak of my panic
Maybe to it...

Drunk on the anticipation of desire
Burning in the wanton flames of lost innocence...

Oh thy self to a flower,
Destined to wilt...

I'm scared
Afraid to write...

I remembered once
But it hurt too much...

Storms were gathering
Black clouds enveloping her eyes...