That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Someone’s teaching me to give up. It’s like unrequited love, But we’ll break up in the end. I’m showing myself to give up When I see how I fall asleep in c…
He touched my knee (now I’m in lo… No time for breath ('cause I’m in… He likes my hair (now I’m so lost… No time for speed ('cause I’m in… He gave me truth (now I’m so free…
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
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
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
I could hop on a train. Grow akin to the screaming and whi… Where would I go? Far from here, from cold. Tell my parents my love,
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Then he said, “I never said I was… Then I said, “I never asked you t… Then we kissed.
