Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

Dignity is death.

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

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

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

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,

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

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

My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,