There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

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

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

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

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

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

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

Wait 'til Michigan comes. I think I’ll wait 'til then. Think I’ll wait 'til I hear my co… Hear them loving me in Michigan. Think I’ll wait 'til I swim.

What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something

How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?