Thought
In a knot
Pour poor me
gimme a shot
it ain't what it is
and it is what it's not

I foundoubt
Poor pour me
Something stout
Whilst I sit
& drunken pout
About what I
Just found out

~Cross My Heart

You carved me an X 
Over my soul—as if it
Were buried treasure. 


Hope To Die

Who knew you'd be first
To leave me so high and dry
When all I was died.


I Couldn't Forget

Life tied my knot tight
Sick inside and so alone
Memory's virus.


If I Tried

Sometimes, I went back
My attempts all lost causes
But genuine hopes.