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.
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
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
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.
Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
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.
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
