Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
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:
I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,
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
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
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…
There’s always a morning, But there’s the night, too. Every faith has a savior, But the devil always follows suit. There will be spring,
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
