You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

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

I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

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.

Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…

Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.