This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

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

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…

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,

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.