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

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

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…

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

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.

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:

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