The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
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 feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,