tummy turned queasy
fraught patterns carbonated
think it’s too much brains

I know i'm hurt and you are too
But it's time to you to leave
The time to leave behind a broken heart,
I wish these dayses passes by soon
The dayses which we are far apart
How can i bring you to understand
The fragility of this words,
That it can all disappear at once
My heart is broken,but i still have hope
One day we might get back togeather
May be next time forever.

A hole in her tender heart
An ache in her soul
Whose heart is that
I think I know
The owner is quite sad though
How can I mend that heart
Whose Heart Is kind ,melt and deep
Now stabbed,lied and cheated on
I guess it must be loved
So strong until her heart
Reach eternal bliss
So the hole in her heart
And the ache in her soul
Will fade

catkins hang from  trees
like lost hopes
of homeless souls

corpses splayed out
like guileless nodes
dripping from the trees

ligamentous laxity
like the gum
we spoke of before

Eldest,
You are cruel by nature
and not knowing better,
but you will come to learn that is no excuse.
An unfilled form,
you're a hand
half in a glove,
and it makes you careless.
You will later apologize for coming first,
Eldest.

Eldest,
you are a stand in.
See what responsibility looks like stretched over adult bones.
Stretch out yourself.
Pull on it.
You idealize a lighthouse.
You chart a course,
some careless and rambling march,
that well,
isn't really supposed to look like that.
Slowly,
you grow to resent your stretch marks,
Eldest.

Eldest,
always guilty,
you wish you’d known that you’d been responsible all along.
Eldest,
dwell on this, as to make sure it won’t happen again.
Teach your eldest child this lesson and hope
they do better than you.
Blindly feel the yoke’s pull,
Eldest.