I feel that one never stops Loving their past loved ones. The nostalgia remembers all the Times when you slept in their bed, When you first opened up,

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

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

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

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.

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

The devil’s in my midst.

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

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

It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

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.

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.

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

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