Tear the layer of this sheath
where he ran through his mitt
her hands strayed and pinched
that it was grazed in too deep

Lift it from my face
he had whispered, shushed my name
in where she touched on and snick
and my innocence was raid

Let it burn to flames
in the branch of hopelessness
I was in agony
to crawl off of my veins

If you ever saw me in green
then it was purple in my range
it was yellow on my smell
but screamed red in the end.

I am a pebble, stare at me, then judge me
Mock my brittle edges with your sharp gaze
And tell me how I look unattractive
That I look foolish and insane

Dried leaves carried me
Away from other gravels, whom
I wished to recognize these, I--
Should be belonging in their reign

Disregard my trembling fingers
For my derisible names
Because the norms would often tell me
I am probably not missed

Still, I see myself in that table
Beside pretty ornaments
When my money can only afford
A linen coaster of paper planes

At night I pray to God
That maybe they are right
But I will still be faithful, someday,
My longing will come to life

That the heart is troubled by the heart that is troubled
That is not your own heart’s troubles: the ecstasy doubled
And the room beats full of hearts, overbubbled
In the heat of the moment and the drama that’s cobbled
Together by them, of real sorrows that aren’t theirs to share,
But very much theirs to tear and wear and overstare,
Because the blood cares only as much to care
For the fizz of the moment, and it isn’t your hair
That is being torn; it isn’t your paean that is being sung -
It’s you caterwhauling it, as you will, lung and lung;
And deranging the song, like ten cats being hung
And their guts played alive, violins freshly strung…
But forgive me, I tell you – this is the horror
Of those who will stake in another girl’s drama.
It’s not a piece of your pie, and it isn’t mine either;
I just know what it’s like, so spare us the fever,
And spare me the fiver, ‘cos I’ll dish you no more
Than nothing and dagger looks: The heart still beats sore.

The curtains swayed the distance
And your laugh a little light
Her eyes slowly wandered
Why this room so vast and wide?

Do I end here in the sideways
Or do I walk in muddy plains
Do I take your time for granted
Did you want someone to blame?

Was I that awful lover
Was I that boring friend
You held my hand to cradle
How your blade tore my skin?

So I took a deep breather
Person,  you can go ahead
What I felt was immaculate
Will you set me free instead?

the leaves fall in fall
is it really that simple?
they change color too

There are still clothes I cannot bring myself to sort,
Still papers lying, crumbling, crumpling their worth -
My life is a mess since you hit me out of kilter
And I can't pick myself up, let alone my belongings;
I can't pick up, get up, grow up, let alone filter
What I need and what I don't, as in my longings
I asked for you - I should have asked to long for breath;
Perhaps I'm just enduring cramp now, in this little death
Of mine - Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow with a fresh head,
Maybe I'll remember my worth, and not with dread
That I am worth so little to you
Who was just one of a few
One of a few you passed by and left a wake,
Awake. How could you know, sweet rake?
How could I know? Disease can often touch us longer
Than we think; its hold, though weakened, is still stronger.