In conclusion,

I think
Goodbyes
Should come
With flowers

Page that to all the men you know

How nice would it be to walk away with carnations, or roses, or my beloved peonies when the damage is done
(or partially over)
Doesn’t matter whose fault it is

The girl receives flowers

These are the new rules
To be followed
When things come to an end

Bad boys/ bitter state

Taking pictures, before and after
Of me and you at our happiest
And me and you at our eventual state
The dark circles underneath our eyes
You, telling me not enough makeup in the world could hide my pits and falls
Me, curling up like a little child with my hands wrapped around my shins and my romantic pink maxi dress hanging wayside like I wore it on the wrong night
The wrong boy
The wrong time

Writing poetry at the bar setting
Swiveling in my chair anxiously
I don’t even know what a daiquiri is or what it is supposed to be
But I wonder how many it will take for me to convince myself that you’re not mean – you’re just a bad boy
And I’m a girl that likes bad boys
Always drawn to the drama and bruises
Waiting to see if you’re composed of that
But your conversation is flat
And I’m sitting and wishing I had said yes to the good guy

The right boy
The right time

Can’t always predict that right
Can’t always promise a good night
One day things will be alright

I can no longer take these risks

Un sombre amant qui s’approche, apportant la terreur.

Draw me like I’m your only girl
Make me the prettiest I can be
A cold-hearted leech on fire
A black-and-gold bee

You’re yelling at me
I can’t hear you through headphones
You bring me close
Send butterflies down my bones

In bed for hours
We spit at the sun
You lie and tell me
I’m your only one

Your secrets are futile
I’ve no wish to escape
I’d rather spend tv nights
Curled up in your dark embrace

The end won’t be nice
We’ll break and we’ll fall
But for now in these times
It’s to you I’ll safely crawl

Your dark embrace
No wish to escape

Undressed

Self preservation in the back of my mind
Pink lilies with fragrant flowers
The way we talk time goes for hours
And I don’t complain
It’s nice to spend the afternoon wrapped up in conversation
With someone who can keep up
Can keep me on my toes
Never come too close

It’s the way I’m used to living I suppose

I stole a jackfruit from a catering company
A law-abiding contract
He told me I’m not making sense lately
And I can’t bear but agree
I think I’m as insane as can be
Jeopardizing my own position
In reaching paradise
A place that sounds quite nice

Shot me twice like I begged for it
Alaskan river cold, deep somber pride
I put on my pink plush robe and I sip my tea
I’m lonely, you see
In my wake I dream of a handsome man that can take it all away and save me from my distress
Admire me when I get undressed
Be there for me when I am stressed

It is just a passing thought
It is just a passing thought
It is just a passing thought
It is just a passing thought

Edges

Me, carnations that are wilting
Without you
Next to me
The fear-mongering outside
The paste-making tear dolls
Capturing you in your best light
Afraid of what darkness is
Your brightest hope
Gone in the daylight
Give it some time

You, attached to all that is holy
Flannel fleece jacket that I found warm
Those nights you let me have
Gifts in boxes, wrapped so pretty
Push my hair behind my ear
Wrap my silk scarf around my brain tight
A missed delight
The race is on
Move forward

Knives carving edges in what we are
What we used to be
More fear-mongering
Tasting the cake before it’s ready
You telling me things about my writing
Looking up when laughing
Carnations coming back to life
Flower food that works its magic
Stellar reviews on Amazon
Brick old fiction that you find charming
A steady pace will win this race
Calm and everlasting
To be, that