Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness

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

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,

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

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

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

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

Last night, all I saw was Nancy. The way she cried when I held her… Like a fleshy cradle Around her broken heart. I saw her loving me

I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?

He helps her with her blush. She’s surging red, Velvet and soft like a rose. Her mouth’s gone dry With his wind.

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