I Learned How To Stop Crying. I

I'm A Poet Who Can Whine In Meter

I Write In Blood Because I Remember What It Felt Like To Bleed.

She Told Me That Every Other Step Was Just For Me.' But That's Only Half Of The Dance,' I Said. Yeah,' My Father Said. 'she Was Keeping The Rest For Herself. Nobody Can Give Everything Away. It Ain't Healthy.

The Ordinary Can Be Like Medicine.

She Was In Pain And I Loved Her, Sort Of Loved Her, I Guess, So I Kind Of Had To Love Her Pain, Too.