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

Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me

I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

She fell like rain, Like a bird, Like a comet chasing light, Like a star dropping from the nigh… Like a stone in water,

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…

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:

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

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

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