It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

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.

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

I cried out to God, And There was silence.

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:

There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?