It’s already midnight.* Go to sleep, dear.
   You have a brand new day ahead of you.
He’s already in his bed,
   dreaming of someone else.
Why are you still wide awake,
   quietly proclaiming your love for him?
The only person who can hear your confession
   is you, the lovestruck insomniac.

she had a yellow swing skirt on
and it swished and shown the sun
upon her pale white skin.

her lips tasted like fine wine
and it wished and won the sun
upon her teeth in sin.

my room was a revival chamber
containing my excitement
for when i saw you on
the screen, otherwise
it was a sacrificial chamber
basking in anorexia
and lining my teeth
on top of the dresser
i got in a crash
i told you
they plucked them out
because i survived
to tell the tale

I hope
    one day
        you'll see me
              and think
"why did i let her go."