I Felt Wise And Cynical As All

I Do Not Fear It: I Have Been There.

At Twenty I Tried To Die And Get Back, Back, Back To You. I Thought Even The Bones Would Do.

See, The Darkness Is Leaking From The Cracks. I Cannot Contain It. I Cannot Contain My Life.

You Walked In, Laughing, Tears Welling Confused, Mingling In Your Throat. How Can You Be So Many Women To So Many People, Oh You Strange Girl?

You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.