Will you marry me?
Yes, of course...

When I add up the days
that make up my past...

I swallow your words
and choke on your lies...

There is One thing,
only One...

NOTE: This is not like a normal poem and is very...
Like a Black Line that Runs Down a White Page, Who...

.
that is me inside, struggling without you...

I am trying to reach
but the length of my arm...

/\,~White isn't really a color at all,
or so artists will say...

Hard screen
Soft skin...

If I were to write my suicide note,
I'd use a red pen...

Look at me,
and tell me who to be...

Look to the middle,
the middle of the room...