self-immolation

and now, whenever I soar just a little too high, I remind myself how you unloved me - and it burns my wings right down.

idiocy - III

to think we tried to teach each other how to love

letters - VI

just when I think it gets better clothes throw me – this top, wine red, pinstriped, brings to mind how it made you want to turn back, take it off me, take the day back – make it ours I don’t want to see what you once saw – and no longer desire