I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

Why are people so afraid of giving their kids necessary information that might prevent an unwanted pregnancy or disease? But they're not worried about the violent nature of video games or movies or books.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I'm not liable for my actions. So screw it, I'll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.

empty and closed, hovering in some frozen netherworld neither sun nor rain could thaw.