coming after you...
there is nowhere to hide!

is so strong,
why do I feel like
hate is winning?

finally has purpose...

I write!

some say it's poetry

I call it air

I write, therefore I am

do you still wonder
if they think of you?
think wonders do you
if they still do?

I do. I did. we did.
I wonder if they care
that I thought of them
when I did care to wonder

how wonderful!, if it is

so...

I live between
killing my lover
and loving my killer