sad little girl

black stains your jacket, stains the pillow.

little fingers, tiny claws gripping to your sleeve.

you're holding a sad little girl in your arms, can't you see?
you're kissing a sad little girl's tears.

drowning

i tried to save a bit of winter for the coming months.
i tried to press snowflakes between the pages of my journal.
they only made my thoughts run down the page.
they only made them cry.
my mind has been a little leaky ever since.
forgive me.

i'm sorry

i once loved somebody i didn't know.
she tasted like winter and smelled of clean sheets, clean air.
she walked me to the bus, kissed me with her eyes (green, framed by the loveliest set of eyelashes) and under the street lights, promised me a Leonard Cohen song.

we knew each other for a little while after.
we sat under a tree, the grey air was too heavy.
i went home that day and cried myself dry.