The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully - they might so I’m waiting and staying awake. Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep (I’ll never know if I go to sleep).
February, 12th
I once saw the virgin mary
she was radiant, in all her glory
and her perfume smelled like roses.
But I think it was just a dream
and this isn’t making any sense at all.
So now I pray to her. And I pray to God, too.
My knees bleed from kneeling and praying to them that you love me back.
