You said you liked me
that I was great
a lot in common you said
wanted to hold my hand
...
Love gnaws on my skin again
Someone has left open
the door to heaven
again
...
You've come too late
I don't have a present
for you anymore
The things I had
...
Easy to think we speak
the same language of feeling.
The boxes we live in
that define our frames
...
The syllables of love evaporate
like morning fog
ahead of the coming day
sunlight shines harsh and bright
...
I gave you the power
to hurt me
you wasted no time
I put it in your palm willingly
...
I wrapped my skin
around my heart
lest the blood ooze out
and dirty the ground
...
By myself once more
Loneliness like dirty dishwater
swirling down a pipe
drains me
...
Without knowing you wandered
into the toughest room
in my mind
the icicles hanging from
...