On the day of the election, he is nervous
He's prepared his victory speech
He's prepared his consolation speech
He's dressed in his sharpest suit
He's ready
And, as he stares at himself in the mirror
He says:
"Love isn't supposed to be like this"

Riding in an airplane,
Is one of the most terrifying,
Yet most beautiful things,
I have ever experienced.
There is something about the
Rumble beneath my legs,
Of the engine's purr.
Something about the lurch into the air,
That moment when you're
Neither on the ground
Nor truly flying.
Beautifying and petrifying.
And when turbulence is hit,
In the tiny Beech1900D,
The continuous jump, jump, jump,
Of my stomach,
Like an unending roller coaster
Only going down hill,
Lets me dance with death,
If only for a moment,
Before our wheels screech,
Against hot, angry tar,
And I can kiss the ground,
Once more

Love
Truth
Beauty
Hell

PANEL 1:
Jon and Garfield sit at the same living room table in complete silence. Jon struggles to keep the weak smile plastered to his face.

PANEL 2:
Jon begins sobbing uncontrollably. Garfield stares. He says nothing.

PANEL 3:**
Jon continues sobbing. Garfield eats a lasagna.

I've been digging this pit my whole life
Mostly I just lay around down here
It feels like the only time I'm not lying around is when I'm digging it deeper
It's lonely down here
But that's the funny thing about being all alone
You have so much space
It's really spacious
You could fit down here if you wanted
Do you want to?
Do
Don't
I can't figure it out, either
Even if I could, I can't decide for you
Should I?
Decision was never your forte
Should I become that person for you?
I can't decide

There's bugs down here
Bugs and worms
Most people don't like bugs and worms
I like bugs and worms
I think you like bugs and worms
They've been down here for a while
I started naming them, but then I remembered it doesn't matter
Sometimes I let the bugs crawl in my mouth
Just 'cause I know it'd freak people out
They'd say I'm weird
But they're not down here
And they can't see
So it doesn't matter

What a fine pit this is

You're just like someone that I knew
In oh-so-many ways
Somebody who had promised me
Her love for all my days

Forever's what we'd hoped for
Forever's what we'd planned
You're just like someone that I knew
I hope you understand

V'z cerggl fher V ybir lbh
Coded messages we send back and forth
Lbh gryy zr nyy gur gvzr
I hope you've been tuning in
V qba'g guvax V oryvrir lbh
'Cause this one's for you
Vg'f bxnl, V'yy or svar

I speak only in lies.
This statement is false.
I've stopped caring.

The obituary read "lost at sea"
His ship was found one evening, dashed against the rocks
The obituary read "lost at sea"
It didn't tell the story of what actually happened
The obituary read "lost at sea"
And no one would ever know the true story
The obituary read "lost at sea"
And no one would ever see him again
The obituary read "lost at sea"
The siren had simply sung too sweetly for this one
The obituary read "lost at sea"

I never expected you to read me when I blinked
or unzip my concealed lips to collect the words I hid
I truly meant it when I said I was fine
because I was alive
I hadn't lost anyone
and I was breathing
as I always have been
So why did it still hurt
when you're not around?