i like to write in pen
    because pen
       never forgets

a poem
     is like poison

when you read them
     its more like
        being stabbed in the heart
            by a
                sharp,
                    poisonous,
                        knife

i hate when the light
     in my desk lamp goes out

because then
     i no longer can see

and when i cant see
     i feel as if
     the world
     forgets
     about me

i prefer to be cold
    when the world turns hot

but when the world turns cold
  i dont know what i want