Let me take words
and paint you a picture...

I’ve been addicted
to words since...

We are somewhere
between the days before...

I prefer setting intentions
of goodness to...

It’s not that you are lost
it’s that I am gone...

You were my first love,
you held me like no other...

I was born your angel
not in the sense of the good girl...

Come take my hand,
let’s meander with no...

Every word has meaning,
how do we all know, that...

In years to come
when my bones are brittle...

Give yourself twelve moons
start with the fullest point...

Give up looking
in the mirror...