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

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

You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.

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

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

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:

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

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,

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

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

There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,

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

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

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

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