Heart of Ice Die Die Die Poems

The enemy
of my dearest wish,
has fled.
I,
...

I'm sorry for the damage I've done.
For the things I've done wrong
and for the wrong things other people have done.
And because I love them,
...

I asked her to read
so she would understand.
She says okay,
but when I go to hand off my poems
...

I shouldn't have done that.
This feels all wrong.
She'll tell someone
and nothing will ever be right again.
...

You ask me
what's the matter?
I say
nothing.
...

My imaginary Monday,
so sweet,
so perfect.
Everyone is happy,
...

On the verge of tears
I write.
On the verge of tears
I smoke.
...

I want to claw
and tear out my heart.
It hurts too much,
for me to bear anymore.
...

I'm sorry for being concerned for my little brother.
I'm sorry I asked for help.
I'm sorry that I forgot
that because your older and taller
...

I'm sick of hiding who I am
what I am.
So,
in these few words, I will explain it to you.
...