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,

There’s so much blood in blood cou… As there are stones in my heart When I hear your name. The winged-pig can fly daily Once I’ve let myself remember

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone

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 don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

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

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

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:

This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart

Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,

When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know

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?