Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.

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 often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

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

Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

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…

But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.

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