For Beatrice

You could see me reaching, so why couldn't you have met me half way? You could see me bleeding and you would not put pressure on the wound.

You could see me breathing and you still kept your hand over my mouth. You could feel me seething but you just turned your nose up in the air.

You only think about yourself...You better bend before I go on the first train to Mexico.

Though I miss you so bad.

I am bottled fizzy water and you are shaking me up. You are a fingernail running down the chalkboard I thought I left in third grade.

Now my only consolation, is that this could not last forever. Even though you're singing and thinking how well you've got it made.

It will be over soon. Just a phase.

But on second thought, I don't want to get over it.