I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
In the darkest night, A flower will grow.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her
I wish I could tell my brother That I loved him, But the words are tight in my thro… And I’m a coward. I wish I didn’t say “thank you”
Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.
