She stormed through a coffee-less life;
a soul yearns for caffeinated dreams...

You threw them in my face.
They scattered like skittles...

you buried me in
bitter orange and oak...

.
Just your deluded mind...

As I round the corner of the halls,
I hear the popular group talking...

Fingertips of liquid apple
close around your stem...

You capture my breath
I'm on the verge of mesmerizing death...

Huddled on the metro with
chewing gum and felt-tip pens...

She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...

It is spring when her words
...do not take the form of ice...

Red is for those sweet sung apples
dipped in flowing caramel...

I could be here with restricted knees,
a bludgeon to my heart, and no...