Somehow,
knowing you can never belong to me,
I still wanted to taste you.
I wanted to taste-
the bitter, agonizing
cold
on your lips.
I wanted to ruin you
like you ruined me.
Posted December 1, 2009 at 11:55pm
I’m buried beneath thoughts of what I used to be,
taking comfort in substance
and wishing on a name, not a star.
Posted December 1, 2009 at 11:55pm
Posted December 1, 2009 at 11:54pm
There’s nothing left -
but rotting pieces of a ginger heart
worn on a sleeve for so long,
eroded by time and the rain.
Posted December 1, 2009 at 11:52pm

