Someone’s teaching me to give up. It’s like unrequited love, But we’ll break up in the end. I’m showing myself to give up When I see how I fall asleep in c…
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
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.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us
Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.
