Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool...

They tumble off the page,
... letter...

The violinist hit her chin
with her bow, I bow...

I sometimes wonder
when I'll stop deleting myself...

You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame...

I was never one to be afraid of heights,
but now I'll have to admit...

"It's not my fault you're feeling this way."
And it's not - but your coping mechanism...

10:15 PM -
There's no sweet sixteen or forever twenty-one...

I didn't mean to confine you
to the amusement park of my heart...

Everything about you has become a blur,
salt and snow, sheets and winter sky...

Darkness pins, the sun
it splits...

As of today, life seems only
mean and meaningless. There's no logic...