I’ll wash scented sheets./
Memories, I’m sure, take much,/
longer to vanquish.

She needs another /
in her life who doesn’t care:/
One with no feelings

She thought the reason/
was because she said yes. But/
the reason was she.

It’s tough when you think/
you are a gift, but you learn/
you are a burden.

Welcome to his Wall
where accusations of “booty call”
cause him to fall
to the ground
and pound
his head
until, nearly dead,
he can’t recall
the pain of it all,
nor the withdrawal
caused by feeling small.

He wants to stall
or remove all
potential
thoughts of a booty call.

There’s always been more there.
He’s always been one who cares.

Goo-bye being said,/
some tiny dancer/
is stuck inside my head,/
but there’s no chance for her,/
or me/
to be/
her romancer,/
if she/
doesn’t answer.

Dating is only/
sucky if you don’t answer/
the romantic call.

Although I saw her,/
(and she, me), I let her drive/
the bus, as promised.

You gaze at the bowl/
that’s my soul. You see endless/
possibilities.

OR

I gaze at the bowl/
that’s your soul. I see endless/
possibilities.

I always wished I/
was worthy to have a nice/
girls’ night out with you!