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in ten years' time,
i will be allowed to walk in the dark.
i will sleep in my own bed,
cook in my kitchen,
tie my hair back from my head.
i wish ..
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we work, we learn,
we hardly play
we're not allowed to dream.
these are dangerous times.
i hibernate within my skin, drink tea
and wait.
eat ice..
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a question posed by
rough, tender thumbs that sweep and catch the saline
falling from my trailing, mascara eyes.
why am i crying?
because i'm so ..
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for gwen, my lodestone.
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he swoops in,
lifts me like a weightless chinese princess
whose feet are too ruined and beautiful to grace the floor.
he carries me,
up and out th..
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can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can yo..
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"Il m'aime,
un peu,
beaucoup,
passionnment,
la folie,
pas du tout"
i like to think a lot.
i like to think, th..
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she's bringing it all down upon herself.
she winds her watch and feel the difference in hour.
but the difference is a season, it's a year.
then, sh..
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awkward girl, hands that grace canvas
and paper sketching pages. if i replace the why? with an I
or a m[i]e[/i]. mildly intoxicating but offering so..
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i don't understand.
i don't want my books
don't want my
paint-and-water friend
anybody, no longer friend.
kissing you in a broken-down bus
and h..
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