As I lie on my bed,
Feeling the harsh wire dig into my skin...

I whispered the words in my mind,
Fantasizing your reaction...

I once was your candy,
Sweet supple scents invited you...

My skin be tanned
His be a hideous blue...

The flowers tremble
Harsh breezes reinstate magical memoirs...

So vivid, I gave the sun a good fight
His ego was most overpowering...

The small, insignificant hand
Slides down the protective glass...

(Him.)
Cuts on the knees of independencies child...

Floating towards the igniting melodies;
I stand, perspiring, in a pit of nobodies...

Immersed in the witches, cloaks and spells
Retracing the steps of the brave at heart...

Immaculate, I wipe the knife
Another scar, the second time...

If love were a t-shirt,
stereotype would color it red...