Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

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

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

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

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

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

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

I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

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

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

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.

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give