Did I ever tell you?
I hate my reflection...

This page I promise is ripped
And this pencil is tasting like poison...

Mortal wounds are of flesh
Divine wounds are of the heart...

Laugh out loud
And in your face...

Blood drip
Sweat stink...

Can you feel the mist on your fingertips?
Can you feel the fog in the air...

And we'll start poems mid stanza
We'll play musical chairs...

When you feel the fire
Of hot tears rolling down your cheeks...

It ends tonight
That's what she said...

Idle tears
In her eyes...

Hey Gabby
Hey Breanne...

Look at this mess I've made
It's written all across my face...