Only Love Can Save Me

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is Simply The Absence Of Grief.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass In Accident Time Where There Are No Accidents You Have No Choice The Choice Comes After