Tonight, I hope you're clammy from writing
Obituaries, you'll always see silhouettes of me...

Terrified,
perspiration drips from my pores...

I never thought I could be 
manipulated into anything...

Topsy turvy
Relationships...

I feel exacberated,
loneliness...

One old, outrageous ogre
growls at a greenish ghoul...

Vulnerability has left me
Unnerved and palpably...

Stolen moments and
missed opportunity...

Without her
Alliance...

You looked me longingly in the eye,
held your hand firmly on your heart...

Women who love too much
wear their heart on their sleeve...

Yellow cardigans would perpetually be
Elegant in your view but I'd forever...