I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
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.
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
The devil’s in my midst.
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
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.
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is