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:

If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

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…

The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.

I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.

Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

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

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

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.