I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
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.
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
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
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,
I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
