The Bees In My Stomach Are Dead

I Didn't Know The Full Dimensions Of Forever, But I Knew It Was Longer Than Waiting For Christmas To Come.

Boo, Forever Spinning Like A Ghost On The Bottom Of A Top, I'm Haunted By All The Space That I Will Live Without You.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.

Finding Is Losing Something Else. I Think About, Perhaps Even Mourn, What I Lost To Find This

I Don't Know These People And They Aren't My Flowers.