Dignity is death.
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
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…
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
