Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me
The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
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
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of 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.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times
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.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.