I’ve been waiting For years And days And all the seconds For a warm body.

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.

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

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.

Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.

You met me in the winter When I was a petal, Something you desperately wanted t… You loved me in the summer, Underneath the palm oil trees

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.

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

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

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:

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

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