That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

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

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

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

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

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

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

Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

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

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

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

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,

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.