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

I never imagined my first kiss to resemble
an eagle's beak darting through my lips...

Someone, please
recycle me...

Click
... clack...

To my lover: unlace the embroidery
that's become of my mind, unclasp...

I am just a dot in your universe,
not dead enough to be a star...

You woke up to my words and I slept to yours,
and all we ever shared together dwindled somewhere...

I've never known graffiti and energy drink,
never spent my youth in the corner...

Our words were strong, strong enough
to imitate the click clack of heels...

I turned a blind eye
to all the love he felt for me...

Four months later, still waiting,
for a kiss on the forehead...

Heart beats, like a thunderstorm.
I wake with the perspiration...