I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
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
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
Dignity is death.
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
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
