Poems

I have no past tense for love. I love you. I’ll always love you. If you leave, there is no escape for me, Except my last breath.

wrists? I’d rather have art and reminders Than scars and regrets.

Postponement is the greatest waste of life.

It’s so hard to leave when you haven’t said goodbye. There’s only one way I’d accept: Say it like you’re coming back.

You see this? Right here? This is an old American bombshell. You may want to hold it But be careful not to hurt yourself. You see her? Over there? She’s a young American bombshell. You may want to hold her But be careful not to hurt yourself.

Unrequited self-love: I love myself But I don’t love myself Back.

Who needs enemies when I have myself?

Ok, to say goodbye They say they’ll stay. But they leave. It will hurt. Don’t hate them. Love is being happy that they are. Goodbye, goodbye.

My heart Only has your fingerprints.

She was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet.