I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
The devil’s in my midst.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
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
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
She has the piece that holds it al… What was revealed to her came slow… When it all comes together, it’s l… When it all falls apart, it’s dead… One little lie can tear a family a…
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
