I pressed the last red
flower you gave me, in a...
We're friends still.
After everything...
2 AM, the only time you break me down so perfectly
until there is nothing uneven running through my...
"Mommy, what is to die?"
"To die is to go away"...
I used to taste the familiarity
of your voice, and the warmth...
A one-man band
has sketched poetry through his music...
He says that I am the perfect girl.
He uses 'I love you' like an excuse...
If I lost you
I don't know where I'd be...
Why haven't you told me
the real reason you had...
If this is poetry,
I would rather you fill...
The letter I probably should have written...
Our love was a string of haiku; and I...
Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg...