Is it right?
Or is it wrong?
I thought my resolve was strong

Knew what I thought
Thought what I knew
Was exactly what is said to be true

Never imagined
Never considered  .  .  .
That love is love is love unfettered

Now it's different
It's not sinful
Boys and girls - it's not that simple

It's heart
It's head
It's whoever makes your bed

Whatever works
Whatever lasts
Whatever it is that you can grasp

Nothing's worth it
Nothing matters
When everything in your life shatters

Come back
To the one
Who shares that thing that's never done

Hold tight
Don't roam
Because now you know, you've come home

her isolation has become a habit.

her name is prologue.

too many stories
get smacked in the mouth.

violence did not tiptoe into a trailer park.

her author doesn’t know
*******
a white male.

she does everything
in the outhouse of a haunted astronomer.

it's so bright in you
i think seeing is hard to

          (too hard too)


                            in you is



               seeing




                    .

"I would give up sleep for you
In a heartbeat"

Such a lovely sound
Gasping for air
Waiting as you take
My last breath
And you
Gasp for air
As I take yours as well

I have been
Dreaming of this moment
When your breath becomes mine
And we are no longer
Two solid bodies
We become a swirling
Pool of
Madness
Lust
Hope
And love.

Eyes never shut
Always locked onto
The computer screen
As I wait for you
To get home
Late nights
Become
Early mornings
Sleepless
Restless
And it is all for you

My lovely living daydream
I don't need sleep
Nocturnal
Day after day
Always awake

And it is all for you
It has always been for you
The endless heartache
The sleepless days
The constant daydreams
The time I spent
Waiting for you
When the time was right
To sail away
With you
Until our broken ship
Sinks

"I would give up sleep for you
In a heartbeat"

breathe in, breathe out
you're *so ugly,
no wonder he/she doesn't like you,
why would they anyways?
you're fat,
not pretty,
not smart enough,
not tall enough.
you're just not enough.
you're never enough.
and you never will be either.

breathe in, breathe out
my heart beats faster,
my saliva gets harder to swallow,
i start to choke on my own air,
my lungs tighten up,
my head starts to spin,
tears start rushing down my face,
there are too many people in here,
are they laughing at me?
they probably think i'm pathetic,
actually, you know what?
they are right, i am weak
i can barely even go a week without
relapsing and having some sort of
mental breakdown.
i cant, i cant, i cant.

breathe in, breathe out
help please someone help me
mike ashley amy anybody please
i need someone help me please
i don't know what to do anymore
i'm drowning in my own mind please
just someone help me!

breathe on, breathe out
just look at mike, he makes things better..
right? god, his big, beautiful blue eyes really
do make things so much better.
wow. i never realized his hair was so curly...
must be nice to be his fiancée, i'd do anything to
play with his hair. but, i'm not, of course,
i'm not good enough, too young, not pretty enough,
just..... not enough.

breathe in, breathe out
it's your fault you know.
you let him touch you.
you let him do those terrible things.
you let this happen.
you ******* ****.
great ******* job.

breathe in, breathe out
finally my breathing becomes a bit slower as my friends ask if
i'm okay. then i start to get back on track. i think about my
grades, friends, mike (in a more positive way) and i simply just
*breathe.

my son helps me open my fist.
he rolls up my sleeves.

Christ is still dead.
my mom doesn’t smoke.