Here Lies The Teenager:
Somewhere between awkward love making
and suicidal tendencies.

I'm sorry I left, my darling.
I get ****** up in my own
world. Your words have
touched me so, that I haven't stopped
thinking about them,
and how I can't let them be for me
anymore. Your words are
far too precious to be mine
and I do not deserve you.

You hide your hair in the
space above your tucked-away thoughts;
waterfall wor
                        d
                              s
that
            run
                        into
                                                           strea
                                                                                m
                                                                                                s
of consciousness
out of red dam lips
and through airy pipes
to my manhole ears,
stepped on and discarded by feet and prams
for century's years.

Spent an hour
in the book store
reading all the poetry
unable to
make a
decision.