You remember the feeling, baby?
The feeling of a slow burn?

You remember the feeling,
Aching deep in your bones?

You think I could forget,
You licking your lips,
While your fingertips,
Unraveled my clothes?

You remember those moans, baby?
They were all for you.

You remember me looking up at you, baby?
Knees on the floor.
Your thumb opening my mouth,
Feeling like your little whore.

I remember that feeling.
Sweating in the evening summer sun,
Coming undone.

The sheets in my fists,
You like it like this?

Toes curled,
You love to hear me scream.
I love the way it feels inside of me.

You want it,
Again and again and again.
It keeps you full, keeps you whole,
Makes you heal.
Baby, I know you remember how it feels.

I want you.
And I want that feeling too.

This internal compass,
This biological clock,
Ticking, tocking.
My feet are prepared,
To move in the motion,
Of a heart left 200 miles from the ocean.

Move in the motion,
Southbound.

I’ll go postal,
If you don’t let me get coastal.
My baby is waiting for me,
In a place much greener than here.
A place more like home.
Southbound.

Could I have forgotten what it was like to be touched?
I remember your lips, your fingertips,
The sweet whispers in my ear,
The things that remind me why I exist here.
I’m no genius, but I can steer.
Headed one way.
Southbound.

A reckless hurricane in female form,
Blinking away tears from the eye of the storm.
I’ll force my way back.
Clear a path.
Southbound.

This internal compass,
Some would say it’s pointed in the wrong direction.
I say it’s the only way that feels right.
My feet are prepared,
To move in the direction,
Of love and affection.

Sick of rejection.
Starved for protection.
Searching for perfection.
Turn left at the intersection.
Southbound.

I’m coming home again.
A million green highway signs from me to you.
A stop for gas or two.
Here I come.
Southbound.

How come you don’t ask me anymore,
What I wanna be when I grow up?
Now you just look at me,
Like I’m just supposed to know.

Too young to have an opinion,
Too old to be uninformed,
Caught in the limbo,
Of what we have and wanting more.

Too many things to think about,
Too many bills to pay,
They won’t let me die,
But they won’t let me run away.

Too young to make promises,
But too old for pinky swears,
I only sound immature,
When I say it’s unfair.

Tell me to act my age,
But they won’t let me be eighteen,
But when I’m old and grey,
I’ll wonder what it feels like to be free.

They won’t let me come home,
But they won’t let me leave this house,
They want me to pack my bags,
But they don’t want me out.

How come you don’t ask me,
Who I wanna be when I grow up?
You only wanna hear doctor, teacher, lawyer,
You only wanna hear the unimportant stuff.

How come you don’t ask me how I feel?
Is it just the hormones or is it the pills?
Cuz if you asked,
I’d say I was unfulfilled.

How come you don’t ask me if I’m happy?
Is it because you don’t care?
You push me out into the world,
And expect me not be scared.

Too young to be taken seriously,
Too old to take things lightly.
I don’t know who I am,
But I know who you want me to be.

How come everyone is asking,
What’s the secret to staying young?
You just look at me,
Like I’m supposed to know.

With everything you're telling me,
How am I supposed to know?

Who knew a single summer would be enough?

Enough momentum to keep us going,
Up the longest, hardest uphill battle we've ever been on.
All while trying to put a saddle on,
A dream that's as wild and free,
As we hope to be.

I promise you,
One day,
I'll get a flight going one way,
Instead of round-trip.

But you know I have to work on Monday.
So we'll go back to making it work on Monday.
Believe me, baby, someday,
It'll just be you and me,
And it ain't even Sunday.
Let’s enjoy our time,
Don't think about Monday.

It's crazy how we have survived,
By telling ourselves that 500 miles is only a number,
500 miles just isn't that far.
That's an hour on a plane,
Only a couple more hours in a car.

So we find a weekend,
You buy us some time.

One day, baby,
I’ll be going one way.
Headed straight to you.
I wish one day was today,
I know you do too.

But I can’t.

Because I have to work on Monday,
So we just have to go back to making it work on Monday,

No one knows that I come home alone,
And sit with you all night on the phone.
I miss you every second.
But you are my soul mate,
And you are worth the wait.

You and I have a thousand pinky promises,
And hearts full of hope.
It's just our pockets that are empty,
Because we’re so damn broke.

You know that’s why,
I have to go back to work on Monday.
And we have to go back keeping us alive on Monday.
And we’re both crying by Sunday,
Making teary-eyed promises for someday.

I promise,
Someday will be one way.
And Saturday will be every day.

All this distance will pay off with amazing perks.
But right now, we gotta say goodbye.
It’s Monday and you know I can’t be late for work.

Home, home,
Birds flying south to their winter home,
I'm packed, heading south,
With the few things I own.

A little warmer, a little brighter,
But really, I just want to make us work,
I won't see you all come summer,
Here's to a permanent perch.

Fly home, fly home,
Wherever it may be,
To the wind, to the birds,
Fly home, be free.

I'll follow you,
Let me fall asleep under a southern moon,
I'll follow you,
Let me wake up to a North Carolina afternoon.

Fly me home, fly me home,
To wherever you may be,
On the wind, with the birds,
With you, I am free.

I'll follow you,
Let me wake up beside you,
I'll hold you, I'll love you,
Just stay where I can find you.

I'm coming home, coming home,
With you, home it will be,
This life is for the birds,
I long to be free.

I'm home, I'm home,
To be simply you and me,
Thank you, wind; thank you, birds,
We are finally free.

Trace the lines,
Connect the freckles,
Of your beautiful naked back.

Sleeping soundly,
Sleeping softly,
Getting the rest you always lack.

You look so peaceful,
So tranquil,
You look so free.

You make a little whimper,
Dreams flooding your head,
Are you dreaming of me?

I’ll come and kiss you,
Come and hold you,
But I’d hate to wake you.

It’s only been a moment since I left,
Since I made love to you,
I must have tired you.

I tip-toe back quietly,
But your precious eyes open up,
"Come back to bed," you say.

"Come back to bed, baby, come back to bed,"
Your arms outstretched for me,
Telling me not to go away.

Don’t you worry, sweetheart,
I won’t go,
We coil up and hold each other close.

As soon as I’m there,
You’re back to sleep,
Your breathing slows.

I can smell your hair,
I kiss your head,
Trying to drift off too.

If you’re dreaming,
I want to be in that dream too,
I want to be there with you.

Then I can keep you safe,
Then I can protect you,
All day and all night.

I can be there to catch you,
I can be your hero,
I can make sure you’re all right.

I love you more than words can say,
I’ll hold you tonight and the next,
I’ll always kiss your head.

Baby, don’t you worry,
I won’t go,
I’ll always come back to bed.

You found God,
You found your missing sock,
You made friends with the enemy,
You had the talk.

You made a mess,
You made amends,
You retained what you learned,
And paid your dividends.

You married a dream,
And divorced your time,
You did what you had to,
To make things all right.

You fell in love,
You fell asleep,
You got some comfort,
Put your mind at ease.

You ate the fruit,
You drank the wine,
They said you’d die,
But you were just fine.

You looked at them,
And said “I’m great just as me,”
You didn’t believe everything,
You heard on TV.

You found a home,
You found some peace,
You gave them a piece of your mind,
In a personal press release.

You supported your family,
You helped a man down on his luck,
You wriggled out free,
When they said you were stuck.

You did the right thing,
You made your apologies,
They called you a sinner,
For what you believed.

You laughed without a care,
You sang in the rain,
You spent many more days with a smile,
Than you ever did with pain.

You were proud of yourself,
And what you had done,
Rightfully so,
You tried and you won.

You found God,
But only in a book,
It wasn’t really real,
Simply a hook.

You found happiness,
And forgot about “sin,”
And I swear,
This is the happiest you’ve ever been.

You found God,
As a well-developed lie,
And since then,
You’ve never felt more alive.

It’s a very intricate system,
Of worrying,
And waiting.

Only one little baby step,
Is all I can take,
That’s okay, I’ll wait.

I coming,
Slowly,
But surely.

I’m coming,
Slowly,
Don’t worry.

Only one more baby step,
Is all I can take,
That’s okay, I’ll wait.

Just a little bit more worry,
Just a few more plans,
Just a little bit more finesse,
Just a pair of steady hands.

Just a little bit more time,
Just another second or two,
Just hang on a little longer,
I’m coming to you.

I’m coming to you,
And I’m a little closer,
Every single minute.

These stars in the night sky,
They’re like a bread crumb trail,
Headed straight for your door.

All this distance,
All this time,
It doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s quite an intricate system,
Of worrying,
And waiting.

Only one little baby step at a time,
Is all I can take,
But that’s okay.
For you, I’ll wait.

I wonder about you,
If you’re still in that cluttered room,
Will all the little gifts,
That he left there with you.

I wonder if you cry over him,
The way that I used to,
Knowing that you can’t come back,
Because I've replaced you.

It’s so satisfying to see you grieve,
To lose what you did not deserve,
But sometimes I ache so deeply for you,
I can’t find the words.

I follow you like a shadow,
Paranoid and scared,
Wondering if my footsteps lead in the same direction as yours,
Wondering if our grief will someday be shared.

I let it eat me up,
Like I've got some kind of conscious,
I really don’t, but it’s nice to pretend,
I’m really just afraid of what I’ll do when it’s me.

I’m never really able to explain how I feel,
I never stop being jealous of you,
I never stop crying over you,
I can never let it go like I need to.

I envy you like you’re still around,
But every time I say I’m glad you’re gone,
I think about calling you up,
I wonder what you’re dwelling on.

Are you dwelling on me,
The way I dwell on you?

I follow you like a ghost,
That creak behind all of your steps,
Wondering what pictures,
What memories of him you kept.

Wondering if those will be the ones I keep too,
Who will be the steps that follow me and you?

Wondering if he will be the one I hurt and want back again,
Will you and I ever be friends?

Wondering if I'll sit in that cluttered room too,
With all the little gifts that he left with me and you?

Wondering,
Wondering,
What could we do?

I follow you like a shadow,
Paranoid and scared,
Wondering if my footsteps lead in the same direction as yours,
Wondering if our grief will someday be shared.

I already grieve over you.

When you’re here with me,
All I can do is smile,
All I can do is laugh,
But when my time with you has passed,
There’s something here.
Something dark.
Something my soul cannot grasp.

There is worry,
A dull little voice,
That wonders if I really love you.

You are the kind of man,
That I would marry.
The one that is faithful through and through.
The one that would spoil me rotten,
The one that would do anything I asked of you.

You are the only kind of man,
That I should marry.
The one that I’d raise my kids with.
The one that I’d grow old with.
The one that would love me more every day.

My mind says that you are the one,
That you are perfect.
That you have all the qualities of a man.
That you are the one I need.

But my heart is so impassive…
It scares me so much.
Although it can’t deny how much it loves your laugh,
How much it loves your voice,
How much it loves your face.

And my soul can’t deny,
All the passion we have for each other.
That we burn each other up,
And we burn hot,
We could light up cities with all our love.

But my heart is so impassive…
It scares me so much.
It wonders about the distance and time,
And asks me if I’m really ready.
It wonders if I’m okay with how fast you want to go,
And it knows I think it’s too fast.

Some days I wake up,
And I am completely sure,
That you are the man I will spend my life with.

Some days I wake up,
And I know in all my mind and heart,
That you are the one for me.

But some days,
I just worry.
That you are everything I could ask for…
And that I still just don’t feel the way I should.

I wonder if I should call this off,
And spare you the heartache,
But I don’t want to go away.
I don’t want you to go away.

That must mean something, right?

I don’t believe me there is anyone more suited for me,
But why doesn’t my heart agree?
I am so happy with you every day,
Why doesn’t my heart feel that way?

I wonder if you are the man for me,
And that I’m just the kind of girl that will hurt you.
I believe that I love you.
I want to love you.
I don’t want to hurt you.

But how do I convince my heart?
Should I really have to convince it?
Why am I so scared…
To dive into this?

Maybe I’ll just have to hurt you,
To realize that I love you.
Maybe I’ll just have to see the world.
To realize that my world is you.

If you’ll wait up for me…
I’m yours.
If you don’t,
I don’t blame you.

I just want to love you.
Could I learn to love you?
Does it just take more time?
Or should I just “know?”

I wish I had some answers.
I wish I could have some peace.

It’s funny, really,
When you’re here with me,
All I can do is smile,
All I can do is laugh.
But when my time with you has passed,
There’s something here.
Something dark.
Something my soul cannot grasp.

There is worry,
A dull little voice,
That wonders if I really love you.

I really want to love you.
That must mean something, right?

When the distance seems infinite,
Will you turn your ear in my direction?
If I call out to you from far away,
Can you hear me on the wind?

Will you listen for the sound of my voice?
And will you feel it ricochet between every structure,
From here,
All the way to you?

Will you let it echo within your soul?
Will you let it ring within your heart?
Even though you cannot see my lips move,
Or my eyes light up with every word?

Will you stop what you’re doing?
And let the feeling resonate inside of you?
Will you let it roll up your spine?
And shiver in its presence?

Though the melody may sometimes be out of tune,
There’s always a song I’m singing for you.
And though it may feel like we separated far too soon,
I’ll always be calling out on the wind for you.

And hopefully, my love will be carried on the breeze,
And that it will become the balmy autumn air you breathe.
And hopefully, my love will be carried on the new front of snow,
And that it feels crisp in your lungs with the air that you blow.

And hopefully, when the weather turns warm again,
My love will condensate into the humidity.
I hope that you feel it on your skin,
And sweat it out again at the thought of me.

I’ll always be calling out on the wind for you,
My words will travel, they will fly, and they will sail,
You will know that I need you,
With every inhale and every exhale.

When you’re alone in the night,
I’ll be the howling outside your open window,
I’ll be the one that rattles your door,
That’s how you’ll know that I’m missing you so.

I’ll always be calling out on the wind for you,
Until you return,
I’ll be waiting for you here, patiently,
With your face still fresh in my mind.

So when the distance seems infinite,
Will you turn your ear in my direction?
When I call out for you,
Please listen for me in the wind.

In the breeze,
In the air,
In the autumn,
In the snow,
In the night,
In the warmth,
I am all around you.

I love you.

If your hands will accommodate,
My lanky frame,
Please put them in the grooves of me.
Adjust a bit,
We are a puzzle,
And our pieces fit.

If your words will accommodate,
My frantic thoughts,
Sooth them,
Smooth them,
You don’t even have to say them,
Prove them.

If your breath will accommodate,
My collapsing lungs,
A gasp of your air,
Is all I really need,
If you find me, revive me,
And I will breathe.

If your arms will accommodate,
My restless, weak body,
Hold me,
Help me sleep,
Fight the monsters from my dreams,
Be the knight that my soul keeps.

Why my darling?
Did they put our fighting souls,
Within frail, breaking bodies?
We stay awake for days,
We hurt and cough.

Why, my darling?
Did they put our strong minds,
In such ill-beating hearts?
We cannot be the product of any intelligent design,
Perhaps the product of a toddler with human tinker toys.

Oh, why, my darling?
Did they put our stubborn spirits,
Underneath layers of tissue paper skin,
And drinking straw veins?
And toothpick bones?

But if our bodies can accommodate,
Where one of our bodies lack,
Support where one falters,
Then we were constructed for each other.
Rotting as our woodwork may be,
You were built for me.

But if our hearts can accommodate,
Where one of our hearts lack,
Prop them up when one slumps,
Then we must be constructed for each other.
Shoddy as out framework may be,
You were built for me.

We will fix each other.
Together,
Our handiwork will be something to marvel.
Two fragile bodies,
Made indestructible.

And I’m happy to accommodate.

I know you’re broken,
But I can handle that.
Whatever hurts you,
I won’t let it hurt you anymore.
Stay as long as you like,
Leave your worries at my door.

If you’ll let me,
I’ll give you everything.
You’ve been too strong,
For too long,
It’s your turn to have everything.

I’ll hold you anytime,
I’ll hold you in my arms,
I’ll kiss those pretty scars,
I don’t mind at all.
I love them all.
They’re your battle scars.

And you’re a hero,
You’re a fighter,
Let me have you,
Let me love you,
I’ll hold you tighter.

What you get,
And what you deserve,
They just don’t compare.
Take all the love you need,
I’ve got plenty more to spare.
Breathe it in like the air.

Let me tell you that I care.

When you leave here,
You’ll fight again,
But for now,
I’m your safe house,
Stay until you’ve got your strength,
Stay here until then.

And if you crumble,
I want to be the one that rebuilds you,
The one that pushes you,
Even when it kills you,
And be the one that fills you,
When this world has hollowed you out.

It’s all here when you want it,
Whenever you need,
Come and go as you please.
I’ll console you, not control you,
I’ll make you the whole you.
And give you a few laughs in between.

It’s all here for you,
Come whenever you want to.

I’m here for you.

I lie awake in the early morning,
I dream about your face,
I dream that you are here,
Filling up my space.

I imagine your body,
Is curled next to mine,
As if I could feel your brawny hand,
Rested gently on my thigh.

I can feel your unshaved cheek,
Laid heavy on my shoulder,
Both arms coiled around my waist,
Holding me closer.

I imagine you asleep,
Stretched out and sheets pulled taut,
A distant, relaxed expression,
As if you are deep in thought.

I can feel you breathing,
In a lethargic, steady rhythm,
One long breath and a pause,
Then air spills from the brim.

I can feel your hot breath,
And your body heat,
Your chest is warm,
And so are your tangled feet.

I wish you were really here,
And that you’d touch me,
You’d slide my straps down my arms,
You’d make love to me.

I rest as if you are here,
I will not roll over to your side,
We would share the middle,
And stay there all night.


...


But you’re not really here,
Nor will you ever be,
There is no sense in sleeping together,
Because I do not sleep.

But you’re not really here,
Nor do you need to be,
You’re otherwise occupied,
In another girl’s dream.

I imagine your body,
As if you’ve been here before,
There’s an imprint of you in my sheets,
But nothing more.

I don’t stay in places for long,
As you well know,
Perhaps that’s why you’re not here,
You think that I’ll just go.

I don’t commit,
As you are well aware,
Perhaps that’s why you won’t leave her,
I suppose that’s fair.

This is all I can give to you though,
A fleeting wish that you were here,
I know you feel the same,
But we don’t make promises, my dear.

This is all I can give to you though,
A lot of love, a little time,
Know that there is some space for you here,
Should you change your mind.

There is some space for you here,
If you’d like the middle or left or right,
You can stay here as long as you please,
Or only for a night.

I'll be here in the morning, I promise.

Some say that low-lifes are the ones who get high,
Because that’s the only height they’ll ever get,
And most people don’t swim because they’re scared of drowning,
They just don’t want to get wet.

And I've heard that time doesn't pass because it needs to,
It passes because there's not enough.
I've heard that a record spins,
Because it’s afraid of that needle catching up.

And I’ve heard, that roses don’t smell like roses,
Because that’s just who they are,
I’ve heard that their thorns keep everyone away,
So people can just admire from afar.

Some say that people who wear glasses,
Are braver than the rest of us that can see,
They dare to see the world more clearly,
When they don’t have to naturally.

Some say, that a writer writes to do right,
But I think they're just as troubled as us all,
I think they write because their hands are restless,
And too sweaty to make a phone call.

And I’ve heard, that it’s called a heartbeat,
Because we struggle to get by,
Because love beats us down,
But it sure keeps us alive.

If I were a picture, you’d be the color.
If I were a spy, you’d be my cover.

If I were a puzzle, you’d be the pieces.
If I were an office space, you’d be my leases.

If I were a book, you’d be all the pages.
If I were a recovering alcoholic, you’d be my stages.

If I were a year, you’d be my days.
If I were a pot, you’d be my glaze.

If I were a chord, you’d be my notes.
If I were a dock, you’d be my boats.

If I were a comedian, you’d be my jokes.
If I were an infomercial, you be the hoax.

If I were a guitar, you’d be my strings.
If I were a hoarder, you’d be my things.

If I were a pirate, you’d be my crew.
If I were a detective, you’d be the clue.

If I were a door, you’d be the hinges.
If I were a bootleg DVD, you’d be the copyright infringement.

If I were a record, you’d be my tunes.
If I were a desert, you’d be my dunes.

If I were a mental patient, you’d be my meds.
If I were Jamaican, you’d be my dreads.

If I were a wizard, you’d be my wand.
If I were a frog, you’d be my pond.

If I were a cheerleader, you’d be my pom-poms.
If I a drum set, you’d be my tom-toms.

If I were a train, you’d be my stations.
If I were an employee, you’d be my paid vacations.

If I were a burglar, you’d be the home.
If I were a hairstylist, you’d be the comb.

If I were a mummy, you’d be the sarcophagus.
If I were a digestive tract, you’d be the esophagus.

If I were cottage cheese, you’d be my curds.
If I were an Alfred Hitchcock movie, you’d be The Birds.

If I were a jacket, you’d be my zipper.
If I were a whale, you’d be my flippers.

And if I were a writer with any talent for prose,
You'd be the poem I love most.

As soon as they opened,
That steel-plated door,
Her thin arms turned into wings,
And she began to soar.

For years and years,
She rattled the bars of this lonely cage,
Thousands of tally marks on the floor,
For every day of sadness and unprecedented rage.

They pushed some food in the slot,
And let her read a book or two,
But in her quiet observation,
Everything they didn’t want her to know, she already knew.

She used to scream and fight at the injustice,
But they just clipped her wings and starved her for days,
So she let them think that they broke her spirit,
She let them think her bones would just wither away.

They pushed her outside,
They said they didn’t want her anymore,
They were shocked when her thin arms turned into wings,
And she began to soar.

Another day older,
Another day closer,
Oh, when I’m 18,
I’ll never have to wish for another day.

I swear I’ll leave this town,
I swear I’ll forget all these people,
I swear and I swear,
I’ll never have to wish for another day.

I’ll have 18 candles,
I’ll buy a pack of cigarettes,
I don’t smoke,
It's just because I can.

You can’t tell me no,
You can’t keep me here,
I swear, when I’m 18,
I’ll never have to see you again.

I counted all the days,
Until I hit the one,
I swore and I swore,
Now I’ll prove it.

I had 18 candles,
I bought a pack of cigarettes,
Well, I stayed here for a few more years,
In fact, I never actually left.

Didn’t I swear?
Oh, when I was 18,
Wasn’t I going to put a middle finger,
In my rear-view mirror?

Another day older,
Another day gone,
Oh, if I could be 18 again,
I’ll never wish for another day.

I swear I’ll make the best of it,
I swear I need a second chance,
I swear and I swear,
I’ll never wish for another day.

Like a solemn promise,
I curtly vow,
I will not stay up until the morning,
I will fall asleep somehow.

But I close my eyes,
And I see something.

I see a friend I knew back when the sun shone in gold,
I see the crunchy vermillion leaves just before the wind grew cold,
I see the things I’ve loved before they were given, stolen, or sold.
I see myself as an old woman, with skin in folds,
And I see your eyes bright as noon, hearing a story you once told.

Like a deep-set pang,
I open my eyes, I shift, I move my feet,
I can’t bear all the things,
That make me so sad to see.

So I close my eyes again,
Determined to dream.

I see my parents back when love was around,
I see my heart sitting with you on the bench of a rusty playground,
I see myself running, racing the murky streetlights just before sundown,
I see all my wishes play out before me, as if peace could be so easily found,
And I see my soul in the city I belong, where taxi honks and busy streets make a lovely sound.

Like an angry child,
I’m starting to throw a fit,
How hard can sleep be?
Everyone does it!

Oh, I’m so tired,
I’ve been tired for years,
Just an hour or two, I beg,
I wipe away the hot tears.

I said I wouldn’t be up until the morning,
But it’s nearly four,
Why am I so surprised?
This has happened many times before.

So I open my eyes for good,
And I see what’s in front of me.

I see that it’s utterly frivolous to weep,
I see that my mind runs like a river, wide and deep,
I see that my thoughts will continue much longer than my poor body will keep,
I see that resting is hope rolling on a downward slope too steep,

And I see that I should use this time to work and think,
Because I clearly am not meant to sleep.

Oh my dear,
Has it been a long time?
Almost four years now?
My, how time flies.

It was around this time,
When the leaves had all turned,
And you changed me too,
Forever for the worse.

But it’s as vivid as yesterday,
And just as painful too,
A day has yet to pass,
When I forget about you.

Some people think I made you up,
Oh, what credit I’d receive,
For imagining such a horrible person as you,
And the horrible things you did to me.

And sadly,
This world will never know your name,
You can’t be held responsible,
You can never hold the shame.

But you know nothing of shame,
Of horror or of hate,
When you have something stolen from you,
That can’t ever be replaced.

I think you’ve forgotten about me, though,
Just as easy as the breeze,
Like a good night’s sleep is all you need,
To put your mind at ease.

I haven’t slept in all this time,
And I won’t let you either,
You’ve forgotten me, did you?
I’ll burn you up like a fever.

Oh, but this won’t last, I know,
I’ll heal and eventually mend,
But I’ll keep haunting you,
Just until then.

So here’s my letter,
Perhaps a little gift too,
A “gift” you never wanted,
Sound familiar to you?

Just a little card to forget-me-not,
To let you know I’m doing well,
To let you know I’ll always hate you,
And I hope you rot in hell.