In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.

What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said

You are the best thing Because things like that do not co… You are my moon and sun Because you make my days real. You are my best friend,

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is