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

The devil’s in my midst.

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

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

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

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

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.

I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.

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

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

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

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,