Some days I'm fine.
Some days I get angry at things.
Some days I can't get out of bed.
I use your body to feel better.
I use your voice to keep me going.
I use your picture to remind me that I'm still alive.
When I can't feel you
or hear you
or see you
I get angry at things
and I can't get out of bed.
There's my cycle.

I know I disappoint,
you don't need to state it.
You don't know the things I do when I'm alone,
well I guess now you do.
I don't need to state them.

You can't quit now
you've come too far.
A tear is a tear
but this thing is a beast.
Tears will do nothing
but set you back paces
and drugs only go so far.
You can't forget you have a heart.
Fight it with heart.
Lets the tears be tears,
but fight it with heart.

My hands are black from the dirt I've been pounding my fists in
and my tears roll down my nose and settle at my lips.
My knees are sore and stained green from when I collapsed.
I collapsed.
Thinking of you, I collapsed.
And my knees hit the ground, leaving them sore,
and I made fists and watched my tears turn the dirt
into mud when I collapsed thinking of you.

John was a wonderful painter.
He would paint apples and people and dogs.
And he was happy.
Then he fell in love with an artist
And he was happy.
Then she broke his heart.
Now, he can no longer paint.

I used to laugh at those
that take their own lives
over lost love.
But look at myself,
having only lost
chances at love.

We can be together if you want.
I'm indifferent i guess.
Actually I'm not.
Not at all indifferent.
I'd like to be with you.
so that I can sit next to you
any time I'd like.
And we can hold hands,
If you want.

But I have four legs and a tail.
So why is it not so simple?
Do I not have a tongue that is quenched by water?
And eyes to see what I’d like?
I have all these things yet it is not as simple.
What is it that sets us apart?
For now I will settle on clothing.

They painted a pretty picture.
A red baby,
two smiling parents.
Some what of a narrative I guess.
These two,
they met,
the fought,
they ******.
And now they have this red baby.
I guess they're in love.

Today feels like the second worst day of my life.
And there is nothing I can do about it.
I say the second worst day
because it feel just like the worst day of my life,
only it’s happening again.
So it’s the second worst day of my life.

I'm going to have to get used to the way you breathe.
Sort of heavy and fast.
Surprising for such a small girl.
I like it though.
I like your skin too,
it's soft.
My hands move so lightly on your skin.
I'm going to have to get used to that.