so much
love you so much
frightened to lose you
care so much
frightened to hurt you
want you so much
frightened to show you
need you so much
frightened to tell you
ache for you
frightened to touch you
love you
more poems
playing happily
and never will
you didn't deserve it
the card
little red magnets
cursing softly
that's not living
that's despair
barely touching
the faintest of whispers
all my reasons
that's why she's here
who did that to you
already dead