And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

Middle of the night
Waves of feelings rise and fall
Into the soundless center of my heart
Not sure what to hold onto-
My hands too small for this kind of pain
A million heartbreaks rolled into one
And I’m too cold to cry
This is the beginning of letting you go

1 me trying something new +
1 you giving me a chance even though you didnt want to +
3 dates that brought us closer +
4 argument topics that tore us apart +
5 of our favorite positions for make up *** to bring us back together +
8 of our closest friends that keep us on our toes +
3 haters that do their job very well +
Our 2 sprits that apparently were meant to be
Gives me 27 reasons to love you more

I wish I could cry quietly.
I wish I could cry in peace and no one would disturb me.
Instead I'm cursed by these gut-wrenching wheezes that leave me gasping for air.
I wish my cheeks didn't squeeze up when I cry.
I look like a clown, I feel like a fool.
I wish people would have the decency to leave me alone.
Instead I'm patted and pawed at like a family dog.
Poor thing. Is there anything I can do?
No. Get out.
No one knows how to cry quietly.

I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.

I'll never forget.  He went out, reeling;
his mouth was twisted, desolate. . .
I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters,
and followed him as far as the gate.

And shouted, choking: "I meant it all
in fun.  Don't leave me, or I'll die of pain."
He smiled at me -- oh so calmly, terribly --
and said: "Why don't you get out of the rain?"

Kiev, 1911

Our love is like a jawbone
On a frail patient
With cancer of the bone
On the outside, it seems normal
But underneath, the brittle sponge
Deteriorates to dust, until the whole thing
Separates, exposing the lie
No therapy can fix it

They say exercising helps
So we run our mouths
At each other till
Your well-aimed words
Shatter everything

The soft glow in the dark
Ash drops into a glass dish
Conversation feels easy
Death feels warm
And slides smoothly into my lungs

No

It’s the little things, it’s the beautiful things,
I can’t have because they’re yours.
It’s your name, it’s this place,
Going through the motions, stopped short by your face.
It’s this **** heart of mine, it doesn’t know that you’re gone,
But you’ve been gone.
There’s a chill in the air, you’re holding on tighter,
I smile, I’m falling in love,
Now you’re screaming goodbye’s, there's tears in my eyes,
I’m numb to the sound.