you are a flower, so do not treat yourself like the dirt that surrounds it.

nooses as rings made from violin strings

lady loveless heard her name being yelled from the bottomless pit of an abandoned well

we were born with nothing and now we have nothing

we make our words so pretty we forget that the beauty comes from saying them for their meaning

i've never seen so much red in someone so blue

first they'll tell you about the daughters they "had"
the ones who, at nine, would go straight to bed
the ones who, without fail, would kiss their mothers goodnight
and then you'll comprehend these mothers' plights
(from the gravel in their voices they'll path a road for you to see)
the daughters they're talking about are the ones they never had.
(n.n.)

you are the personification of pouring boiling water onto my throat wound.