I feel your hot breath on the nape of my neck,
I feel your fingers brushing my spine...

I’ve written many a poem
About one thing or another...

My mind is going
Blurry. Blurryblurryblurryblurry...

I’m going to write a poem now,
I do not know if it will rhyme...

I feel like a fallen angel,
The anger pent up inside...

The crimson stains the floor,
Seeping from my wrists...

There are people who
Say you’re a poser...

When I’m with the guys,
And you stand all alone...

My friend, Elise, just asked me
To write a poem about her...

As I sit and stare out the window on the bus,
I rememer what it was like when it was the two of...

The newborn babe opens its eyes,
The toddler mostly screams and cries...

It hurts so much to see you,
It makes me want to cry...