I've waited for years,
My time has finally come,
To see my worth through.

Waiting for what is dead will **** you.

Tears cannot bring them back - only blur your vision
Time will not heal them - only dulls the awareness of their absence

Bury them, lay lilacs, sit shiva to mourn, and live on.

Your hand in mine, twiddling
the silver around my right
ring finger. The point
of the heart faced out,
in hope you'd turn it
toward my wrist. Your mouth
brushes mine. You take it off,
examine the stamp - "925."
Slide it back on, the crown faced up,
the hands mirror ours,
clasped
around my heart. I wonder
if my father knew
what it would mean to me
when he passed it on.
I wonder if he knew
I'd fall for a boy
and this ring would twist my mind in folds,
you're a menace, a silversmith
you solder my mouth shut.

Arrogance doesn't suit you, it dresses you like a fool.

Sleeping with the heater on
Because you're anywhere but here.
Covers keep slipping off.
 All these blankets disappear.

It's Done, I must escape.
Stretching, Straining, Burning,
Reaching for the sky.