With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so

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

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

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

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

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

Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam 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,

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

I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

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

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

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

Moon up, Pants down. I said no. His body said yes.