I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
Everything in life is just for a while.
You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.