If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...

I lied to you
with vanilla scented candles...

One long night...
and these books...

Ha! Boy, you see!
it's a reflection. It's a contemplation...

The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...

Oh What monstrous natural deformity are you...
Who with uttered words wallows me in seas of...

I was presumed guilty of killing myself...
I lived a life as if I were deceased...

Morning sunrise,
You are like cupid...

In a narrow corridor,
a hand with short nails...

They think poetry should scream
like a lost soul begging for mercy...

What if I told you that I miss you?
That I miss you like a car...

A scratch - a scratch in the back, in the spine
stretching with ache, as I reached for shoes: 5...