You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.