with bandages all over
my quivering lip is cut
you exhaust me
break me
...
So tonight
I lost you to liquor.
May it cradle you
Close enough
...
Rockets fall through this weak roof
The salt hurts my knees, where else could I go
I’ve been succumbed to my own paper bag of fits
This isn’t even the mild one; it’s the beast of all
...
There are traces of color
(Of love you say?)
On your face, hands
Even on your jeans
...
The clouds wear a mask
I can tell by the way
They discreetly hid away
Each time
...
Your hand isn’t pressed
Upon my trembling own
But I feel a force
It makes my sides ache
...
She ripped the leaf
Off the stolen apple
And wrote her name
Before letting it go
...
A dart across the arm
The cherry pies explode
In mid-air, take cover
...