The Awful Thing Is That If I

We're Supposed To Be Making Up This Stuff, Playing At Being In Love, Not Actually Being In Love.

The Numbness Of His Loss Had Passed, And The Pain Would Hit Me Out Of Nowhere, Doubling Me Over, Racking My Body With Sobs. Where Are You? I Would Cry Out In My Mind. Where Have You Gone? Of Course, There Was Never Any Answer.

The Star-crossed Lovers

That Was The First Time I Ever Saw Him Smile. It Transformed Him From Someone Menacing To Someone You Wished You Knew.

So People Really Do Tear Out Their Hair And Beat The Ground With Their Fists