SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT YOU, SOMETIMES I WANT TO KISS YOU, GOD YOU'RE SO PRETTY WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT, HOLD MY HAND PLEASE, SNORT COKE WITH ME AND KISS ME SO THAT THE STARS AND THE ASTEROIDS WILL WONDER WHAT THEIR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS, I WISH YOU WOULD WISH I WAS THERE, LETS MAKE BUTTERFLIES CRAWL IN THROUGH OUR EARS, LETS DESTROY THE PLACES WHERE ALL THOSE PEOPLE FELL OUT OF LOVE, LETS SKIP SCHOOL AND GO WRITE POETRY BY THAT LAKE, I'LL PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD TO YOU, CAUSE I'VE HAD SOME ISSUES BUT THE PLANTS HAVE HELPED ME GET THROUGH THEM AND IF YOU WERE A MERMAID, I WOULD DROWN FOR JUST A CHANCE TO WITNESS YOUR KIND OF BEAUTY, SPILL OUT YOUR ROOTS TO ME, I PROMISE I WILL GROW THEM INTO BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS, I PROMISE I WILL HOLD THEM UNTIL THEY CAN STAND BY THEMSELVES, WE'RE NOT SUPPOSE TO BE HERE, BUT HEY LOOK MY HAND IS AROUND YOUR WAIST AND I WOULDN'T PREFER TO BE ANYWHERE ELSE, I WISH YOU WOULD'VE STUCK AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO HAVE DONE EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD WITH ME, LOVE ME WITH A LOVE THAT'S MORE THAN LOVE

I'm the only person I know
who can destroy everyone
I come into contact with

So don't love me!

With my best intentions
I manage to bring pain
to my friends and come
between them

Don't love me!

With tears of pain
and of sorrow I beg you

Don't love me!

I am unlovable

Don't love me!

It's him again. The reason why.
I start anew, my pen has pride
It's him again. The reason why.
My pages are blank and full at the same time
It's him again. The reason why.
My joyful laugh, my sorrowful cry
It's him again. The reason why.
Days where I just can't get by
It's him again. The reason why.
I've cried so much, my eyes are dry
It's him again. The reason why.
Can't bring myself to say goodbye
It's him again. The reason why.

Light dances behind your eyes.
I see you as someone who doesn't speak lies.
I've done it before, I'll do it again.
I'll let you down hard, God only knows when.
I'll crawl back to you on my hands and my knees.
A strange fascination, like a child with keys.

You've done something grand, and you've done something kind.
But I'll do something wrong, and I'll change my mind.
Or maybe I wont, I haven't decided.
I hope, when you leave, I'll be able to fight it.

This pain that I feel when you aren't around
Every time it returns, it runs me aground.
As the Earth and the Sky merge in the distance,
I sit here and wonder...
What this is.

I only desire
To escape this insanity
Which I held dear
long ago.

Now I scream
For a sane mind
And a perfect soul.

The world means nothing compared to you,
Won't you make me feel that way too?

Sometimes I feel comfortable in my body,
and sometimes I feel like ripping off my skin.
At times I like what I see
I like what I wear
but then again at times I feel
like shattering the mirror and
the images in it.
Sometimes I feel like ripping off my hair
removing the fat with my bare hands.
But then I feel stupid for whining about
something so trivial.
because it's the inner beauty that counts
isn't it?
and after that I set off in another trail of despair
am I pretty enough within?

the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
and how the people go
out on the fire escapes
in the evening
when the sun is setting
on the other side
of the buildings
and some stretch out
and sleep there
while others sit quietly
where it's cool.

and on many
of the window sills
sit pots of geraniums or
planters filled with red
geraniums
and the half-dressed people
rest there
on the fire escapes
and there are
red geraniums
everywhere.

this is really
something to see rather
than to talk about.

it's like a great colorful
and surprising painting
not hanging anywhere
else.