Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,
I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth
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?
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
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…
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,
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
Dignity is death.
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
