one person turned my stomach inside out
flowers wilted
fast as promises made
of smoke.
Cigarettes lied to me,
all four I've ever loved.
Little mirrors
and naked boys
sang a song of pomegranates.
From the tree
to her crown it fell;
snapped branches from her hair
laid down beside another wet cheek.
Sadness is intimate
for me to create:
and destroy
not for ***** feet
on white carpet.
your wings were my wings
remember that?
on a path haunted
by rocks and maybe bears.
wound tightly around your center
this vine won't hold
forever.

How much blood
can fit inside the hole in a guitar
the highway was your stage
three words
that meant about as much as your favorite song
on repeat the time
you first told me
I was talking over
the music.
Five in the afternoon and all the world was
sleeping
on a Sunday
I lay,
palms facing up,
away from a mattress stained with
sweat.
By day
by night
only one tear
fell
when out loud was muttered:
you turned my eyes to red
with smoke
and blood
but whats the difference?
a day off my life
just a day
get the **** over it Lil.

There's a place
between my veins
and bones;
It's orange
and filled with parts of you
I refuse to share.

it hurts that while I was falling in love
you were falling out
it confuses me that you moved into something new
without being over the old

I stare at you
Sitting in front of me,
And I feel horrible

You ask me why we haven't
Spoken in weeks and I'm
So sorry, but this time
I am the villain and you
Are the innocent
I am the user, and you
Are the used

I can't explain why I
Do the things I do,
But I hope you can feel my
Sympathetic stare on the back of your head
And realize I never meant
To hurt you