Find me here,
behind my words...

You came to me
with your arms full of...

I twirled
and twirled...

Heat, she felt
as his fingers traced...

If I could write something pretty-
I imagine it would feel...

I
am not...

I can hear
the grating sound...

I think
if...

Sometimes
when I slip...

On a stormy Sunday,
when I'm eating chocolate kisses...

Tap water bubbles, and
hot water burns my skin...

In the dark sometimes I know I can
catch you with my eyes closed and a brain...