Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
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.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
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
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
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?
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
Someone’s teaching me to give up. It’s like unrequited love, But we’ll break up in the end. I’m showing myself to give up When I see how I fall asleep in c…
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
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
