

agoraphobicyouth left with anger and told apathy to visit and I was alone for weeks until love sauntered passed my window and I walked outside to see youth and anger waiting for meagoraphobic


UntitledForFearOfSpoilingItHis smile is inviting; I don't know to where or to what, But I want to. Brian is a memory, Proof you should always discard flowers before they wilt. I hope he doesn't call.UntitledForFearOfSpoilingIt
He has eloquent eyes, So he doesn't have to speak. An ingenue, without irony or wolfishness. I begin to fear he is gay. I ask point blank, and for the first time in years I feel awkward, and for the first time ever, Coarse.
In his bed. His hands are soft and gentle, And for a moment I close my eyes And imagine he is a woman. When I look at him, He knows


GreenIf I could be a color, I would choose green, To increase the chance Of being a living thing.Green


Crime and PunishmentWhen I'm walking And I see a car Whose driver is otherwise engaged: Talking on the cell, Applying eyeliner in the rearview mirror -- I have to fight the urge To jump in front of them. Punish them for not paying attention, Punish myself for I don't even know anymore.Crime and Punishment
At the hospital, They'd sew me up just right, Set my bones. And while I'm there, Could they look inside For the thing that clangs and clatters? Maybe they could turn it over, Tighten its coils, Grease its joints so it'll run smoothly. My insides are too loud For
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