When rooms sleep and birds carry heartache to trees, when light
is gone and peace is woven into dreams: I will build myself a nest
and unfold the poem I stole. I will taste with care the words you
chose, and pretend you wrote them for me.

(I will love, I will love, I will love)

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let
the blade naked
It wasn't fair

"So that's why you stabbed your
mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.

"Yes," he said.

"The knife is more important
to you than mommy?"

"The knife listens. Mommy doesn't."

Loving you
It will take me a long while
But when you ******* lips,
The love will no longer be bitter, no longer vile and lying,
You will taste sweet, sugary time.

Hey momma, I'm gay.
I've been wanting to tell you every day.
I've been to scared to tell you
because you don't know whats true.
I know your going to be sad
but being my true self makes me glad.
I needed to tell you before I cant
but I don't want to hear your whole rant.

You´re so beautiful
even though you don´t believe it to be true.
I love every part of you
and I want to be with you forever through and through.
Don´t change a thing
because guess what I love about you? everything...