Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

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.

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

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

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

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

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

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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

There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,