It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

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

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling

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

The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.

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

You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

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

You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.