You were so violent that
Every time I saw you
The breathe escaped me.
You were so threatening, you,
Always trying to capture
And keep me.
You were so beautiful, you,
Always painting the future
With colors that did not exist.
You were so smart
You knew just the moment
To walk away.
You

At sixteen,
You should be allowed
To make promises
You can't keep.

And he will fill your heart with so many nerves, you will mistake it for your brain.

The day I found God
had nothing to do with you.

I think we read big books to forget that we are living small lives.

Because sometimes you can't carry yourself home.