When you're with me you're nothing
less than a skilled break dancer...

Soft sadness wears my skin,
mainly the coat tinted on my face...

Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

In wonder I held a cheap pen,
squeezed it between my fingers...

Shards of shards
that split like dust in the corner...

To float with my bruises
like lanterns in the starry night...

I find comfort in torn shoes,
more than I do when...

As I learned the taste of warmth again
you come out of sudden striking like lightening...

Club contest, had to write about...

You secretly binge on my flesh
and say my blood is too bitter...

Will I ever find you
beyond the wrath...

Hands that knocked at your gate
were not the same hands after...