I thought confiding in you would be the cure of...
now the only comfort I have is kidnapping words...
is like a small fish
keen to changes...
the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...
tears roll along
the sills of my eyelids...
My tears stain my pillow
though my smile says "I'm OK...
Abruptly
like a broken hasp...
locking myself in
for the second time felt like...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
Elegantly dancing
under a moon that...
It is Saturday 3:30 a.m.
I think I have thrown up enough...
I thought I had
buried the remaining bitterness...
Floating in infinite black
Stars are stars...