I am from an Avon box full of memories,
From flowers and strong aromas,
I am from the rose buds,
The pedals,
Whose long gone limbs I remember,
As if they were my own

I'm from family reunions and hazel eyes,
From the smoke in my eye and the Bipolar life,
I'm from sarcasm and hilarious people,
And from people who don't really know me well,

I'm from talents and all smiles,
And I tear my heart open and sew myself shut,
I'm from playing in the winter,
I'm from Salt Lake City and Mormons

S.O.S and Spaghetti,
From the memories of my life,
The birth mark above my eye,
The burning of his picture,
From the top vessel of my heart,
To the bulging disc in my spine.