Her doorstep was always leafless.
(From her little chair by the window she'd watch...

After seven years, I'm still trying
to catch my dreams with binary...

At 1 AM, I still look for her.
The girl I could've been...

At two, I stay awake for you.
At five, my dreams tug at my blanket...

This poem is fictional -
I did not slice through my heart...

I'd bury my face in your shirt
and mumble something...

I am the like you dislike,
the red stripe at the corner of your eye...

"I miss the way you replace
the raspberry of my lipstick...

I.
Paint your nails, dark red...

An old poem, written in 2014 I believe. One of my...
*** poem might be edited in the meantime...

Drive on - kill me.
I'm done standing beneath a parasol...

Submerged in the echoes
of my parents' love-making...