heartache after heartache
i wind up with you and
headache after headache i
will always forgive
and after every heartbreak
the pain never stops
*n.d.

my book
may be filled
but that does not mean
that my mind
is
empty

*n.d.

you make me break
but i don't get mad
   you always come back to heal me
but what if one day
you break me
and you don't come back
and i stay broken
forever?

*n.d.

your name is so beautiful
it's written on my walls
and my wrist
and my thighs
and it's always on the tip of my tongue
written in my fogged up mirror
    after a shower
doodled on my notebook
under "favorite contacts" on my phone
title of my poems
(even the really dumb ones)
and etched into my brain,
engraved into my heart

*n.d.

wrapped up
in a shirt
(it's not mine)
still smells like the owner
(you)
cigarette smoke
cinnamon sticks
pine trees
wrapped up in the shirt
the things you left behind
a note
(explaining why)
a stick of gum
(your favorite kind)
me.

*n.d.

it's just for a few days
i just want to try it out
i just want to know
if it's like they rave about
knowing that you're skinny
getting those jealous looks
it feels even better
than described in these books
oh what's the harm
so i skip a few meals
"nothing will ever taste as good
as being skinny feels"

*n.d.