Poems from ayanalogy

Each sweater dangles merrily in the closet, without worries, brushing sleeves.   Some days, I become envious. I separate the plastic...
Please, darling, tell mehow you want me to see,how you want me to fake,how you want this to be. Does it pique your interestwhen my lipstick...
I must confessthat it is difficult to find the proper wordsto express how, exactly, I feel.I must confess that I dread explaining myselffor...
At night I live a grimy life of slander and despair. At night I do my dirty deeds with grins and open arms. At night I keep inside my...