I've always craved
undaunted wings...

It beckons me once more...
but I am no longer the joyful child...

Getting over someone is not poetic. It's not...
I'm cleaned out of metaphors. My mind no longer...

Am I your mockingbird?
For I bleed your indigo...

The night is too dangerous for her to handle,
so she tries to escape the wool sheets that choke...

What haunts me, causes me to break out in a sweat
even though it's below freezing, is what drives...

Why did I arrange
your chair to face me...

I feel so alive
more alive...

It's cruel when
you're trying to...

Suddenly,
I have this itching...

You say I'll get over it.
That everyone has to experience it somehow...

Maybe I've been
in a coma these...