Well ofcourse it is exhausting,
the constant smiling, telling nobody...

But tell me what its like sir,
to stare into those beautiful...

This is the poem you've been avoiding sweet girl...
You don't wanna tell people all these secrets, but...

I don't think any woman raises her
sons to be vile to women...

For a poet,
the morning after pill...

Almost two months ago,
I jumped out of that plane, straight to poetry...

You once said
I held all the joy of...

Maybe, it was because of
the insults of my mother...

People always said you were weird,
but I was one to always be fond of...

I asked my mother
if my father was the love...

I know lonliness more
than anyone I have ever...

It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...