In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
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.
I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.
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
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of 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,