I am ready
to make a peace sign
and spread my wounds
for you.
...
The only way to make sparks fly
is to slam yourself against the guardrail.
You may hurt yourself and others in the process,
but they won't mind.
...
Not like honey or sugar.
Not like a lie.
A true nectar.
Like sweet soap or bitter fruit
...
I used to love nothing
more than wrapping chains
around a butterfly.
...
I killed myself when I was least expecting it.
Suicide by miss placed hope.
I ripped my shirt open
and pointed to the spot.
...
The red light
has stopped winking at me
through the windshield.
Must be dead.
...
I spend the little money
that I have
on women
that i don't
...
She feasted on my heart
in the back of a yellow cab,
stopping
only to gaze at me
...