• The bright weed, seeds galore
    Reaching towards a sky
    Of disastrous winds and rain,
    So heavy and bitter.
    tab “faithless and on forward.”

    Littlest pet peeves and dreary emotions,
    Moving scenery, plain expression,
    So uninterested.

    Tiny wishes flew with your breath,
    Like miniature drops of hope and love and some other abstract noun,
    As my fingers slipped through yours;
    They were often accustomed to this
    tab But it still sent a pang of spite through my veins,
    tab Into my brain, and then out of my mouth.

    Hostile words and clenched stems,
    I ruin everything.