A part of you wants to scream.
Wants to say, don't do this again, it's not worth...

I feel the wind on my neck,
the rain on my skin...

I long for something with passion,
Dripping out the seams...

I cried tonight.
Not like the last time...

I wonder if my simple words,
cut the way that yours do...

I'm in a place I can't explain.
A deep, hard to kick sort of pain...

I’m sitting outside without you.
I see the rocking chairs moving in the wind...

I’m folding laundry again.
I see the little shorts you wrote a poem about...

To my friend;
I call you my friend because of the light you...

I do not love this pen,
but I do love you...

I may seem smart
But the truth is...

I traced my veins with a kitchen knife,
trying to find the courage...