When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
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.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
You’re bleeding down my legs, Tangling me up in your fingers. I want to run my nails down your b… And sigh in your ear.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
