Maybe it's symbolic that
I fell asleep caressing scissors...

Listen, dear reader, to the speed of sound,
silence devastating your ears...

You can take my pieces
when I explode...

Look at my pretty smile
look at my glowing eyes...

Sang a little song
did a little dance...

I'm going to write you a happy poem,
haven't done that in quite some time...

Billowed sails of a bed with sheets
that fall gently down like winter snow...

When I told you that I shattered,
I wanted you to glimmer...

Let's talk about art and cliche, my dear;
small font for the weak of heart...

I tend to mistake my shadow as my best friend
when I turn around and see the light...

Watch the kite fly to the air.
Like you, just ever so high...

The letters you wrote
are burning on the floor...