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

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

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

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:

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

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

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

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

Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is

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

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.