Oh Becca,
what have you done?
13 years have passed
and you are thin

your sunken
cheeks
a rotten peach
where Texas daisies
used to grow

a decade has past
and your demons
can't stop talking

that you're in the bathroom
again
you're flying so high on the tiles
again
dreaming of love you were
never given
again
(I know
your father
kicked you out and that
your mother never told you
that she cared)

And I know what he did to you.
And I know that it broke you
and that you can't find a way
to cope with the pain
of thinking love wasn't for you

Oh Becca,
love is for you.

Love *****
   and hurts.
       And for those of us
         that give it freely,
            it hurts the most
               for us.
               But in the end
            we'll keep loving,
         so we can feel
      like we did everything
   we could
to be loved in return.

My Pillow gazes upon me at night
Empty as a gravestone;
I never thought it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Not to lie down asleep in your hair.

I lie alone in a silent house,
The hanging lamp darkened,
And gently stretch out my hands
To gather in yours,
And softly press my warm mouth
Toward you, and kiss myself, exhausted and weak-
Then suddenly I'm awake
And all around me the cold night grows still.
The star in the window shines clearly-
Where is your blond hair,
Where your sweet mouth?

Now I drink pain in every delight
And poison in every wine;
I never knew it would be so bitter
To be alone,
Alone, without you.