What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
The devil’s in my midst.
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
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
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,
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
Nobody can see the darkness in me, And when I go deep, I bring a flashlight to slash thro… The dark. I once used to frolic in light,
