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?

Like Augustus, I fear oblivion When I should pass.

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…

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

In the darkest night, A flower will grow.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird

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

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

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

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

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

The devil’s in my midst.

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

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.