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

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

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

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

While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

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

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

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,