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…
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
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
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
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
