There will be no consequences.

I know, I know, the doors won't close, the pipes all froze, just let it go.
Argue with me, I've got plenty of dishes and time, cords in a bind, knots that we make, fatal mistakes, let's recreate an easier time.
Because I still can't find you.

String your crossbow.

I was never the girl who kissed you on the mouth, but I was always the one that knew how you liked to be touched.
You were summer and winter, and stacks of unread books. You were adresses and stamps, and letters in ink.
Blossoms fell like snow that month and you curled your toes and wished for autumn.
Apparitions flew in the fields and slipped through dimensions on white wings and cold wind.
Spring lasted too long. You were never one for waiting.

This is the point where you split open and I paint you across my walls.

Sometimes I understand you too well.
I know what and when you want me.
And I know why.

It's creeping up again.

(It's all been considered.)
(It's a game and you're not the winner)

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not.

And you lock your doors like I've been here before, I feel like I've seen a ghost.
Suddenly between sheets and eyelids I am reminded why I don't do this.
I fall in love far too quickly, I never want her to forget me.
When you're gone, will you call? Will you write?

I'll be the last sound that you hear when your eyes close.

I’m nicotine, I’m coming clean, I fooled the crowd when I made it sound like I was more than ready, strike up the band deprive my sleep cause there’s no love like apathy. The bell that tolls rings loud enough that it should have woke us up.
I’m trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes in all the things I wish I’d wrote cause I feel like I’ve been losing you
I read your last entry, over-privileged kids keep crying, the need to fit in gets harder when living life from a screen.
Old classmates please drop all your pens, don’t write a word cause I won't reply and I’m not bitter, no it's just I’ve passed that point in my life.
I’m trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes in all the things I wish I'd wrote cause I feel like I’ve been losing you each night, it ends too soon you don’t hold me like you used to and your eyes look like they’ve seen too much 'cause it's always some excuse too tired, too obtuse you look so far, removed this time I fear I’m losing you for good.
I'm nicotine... I'm a cash machine, the color green and you should've seen the looks I just received. I need a reason to let go, an intervention, or a lullaby something to cure me, please believe me--
I’m trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes in all the things I wish I'd wrote cause I feel like I’ve been losing you each night, it ends too soon you don’t hold me like you used to and your eyes look like they’ve seen too much but it's always some excuse tired, too obtuse you look so far removed this time I fear I’m just not getting through.

ton sur ton.

'Taken against the backdrop of her woodland home in Virginia, Sally Mann's black and white photographs of her children portray the universal qualities of dignity, individuality and intimacy. Sally Mann has exhibited and taught nationally. Her work is in collections including the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York; the Museum of Modern Art, New York; the Smithsonian Institution, Washington D.C.; the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art; and the Whitney Museum of American Art, New York. She has received numerous awards including N.E.A. grants; N.E.H. grants; and a Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship.'

Showing off our teeth.

It's like they say, if you want something to be good and to work then it's worth waiting for