put my heart back inside my chest,
gathered on my clothes,
grabbed my pocket knife,
my keys, phone, and...
everyone is falling back in love,
and here I am, second choice,
but somehow super excited
about it, for well or hell.
as she pens poems about his sex,
and the Plath plan sounds good,
I am still trying to be
her favorite animal.
I buried a hatchet;
it's coming up a cactus,.
my morning hasn't started yet,
but night is already upon...