I feel the salt
Against my face...

You're so wonderful
When it's just you and me...

My mark of perfection
Speaks in slits on my wrists...

I crumpled into your arms
Like the pages of a burning book...

Little bell
Ring along...

As i lay on my bed crying
The covers swallow me whole...

L-O-V-E
Just a four letter word...

I hate it
That i love you still...

An ancient shopping bag in hand
A nest of creatures in straw hair...

No words that i write
No song i can sing...

The person you see before you
Is not what she seems to be...

I know i am different
So why point it out...