Easy, breezy.

“My insides turn outward in acknowledgement of your absence. My heart slips out …”

“I’m ready, I’m bursting with colorI’m highlighed in the best this world has to …”

“Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue.Words you can’t have bac…”

“I pretended to be an open book, but I was closed off and conceited.”