In the darkest night, A flower will grow.

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

Dignity is death.

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.