Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
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 only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,
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.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
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.
You are the best thing Because things like that do not co… You are my moon and sun Because you make my days real. You are my best friend,
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
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.
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
