Mary Jane

Sharing Me

Mary Jane


A thousand tears 
Have I seen you cry 
All to the expense 
Of mine 
All one second too soon 
Dried 
All have not left 
The windows 
Of your eyes. 

Guilt ridden 
My painful words 
Are not only mine 
But they cut you 
Prick you 
And you do bleed 
As I thought impossible.