Would you like fries with that?

Few things are more bleak
than feeling sadface fragile
in a mall food court.

Giving you the lip.

This weather is gross.
I have the grumpiest face.
I need a hug, please.

No rest for the wicked.

Feeling so deeply
the dark and dissonant itch
of shedding my skin.

A snake eating its own tail.

I choke back tears and
know I'm fighting another
goddamn sad attack.

Be Mine

I find romance is
most romantic when it is
not on a schedule.

Billie. Edith. Judy. Amy. Whitney.

The silence after

a beautiful voice rings out 

is the saddest sound. 

An apt contradiction in terms.

Some lies go so deep

even the teller is fooled.

That's sincere bullshit. 

Daddy's little girl.

He's my protector, 

my guide and my biggest fan. 

Who needs a white knight?