Drunken kisses,
stolen looks.
Skipping beats,
doubting thoughts


But is there still a triangle for me to rage against?
Is there still some feelings there?
From you?
From her?
From me?

You wrote a song about her,
Will there be one for me?

N. Hedges

Dear Sir,

I am sincerely sorry.
I know that you're protecting me
but I thought you should know,
I will never look and not see you.
I will never kiss like I kissed you
and I will never love again.

I am always  yours.

If that means oblivion,
I'll take it.

I am sincerely sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.

N. Hedges

Looking in the mirror
faults shine,
imperfections, bold
the ugly rips through the skin

So we brush on the gorgeous
the ****, the beautiful
everything we want
hiding what we are

N. Hedges