While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

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,

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

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

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

Wait 'til Michigan comes. I think I’ll wait 'til then. Think I’ll wait 'til I hear my co… Hear them loving me in Michigan. Think I’ll wait 'til I swim.

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

If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?

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 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.