What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth