Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Dignity is death.
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees
You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.
I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
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
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
