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

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

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us