By Anne, age 19, Florida
Possibly deluding myself into believing
... you are not here
But you are in the music, the fabric,
And every piece of gum I chew.
"Oh, I never meant to cause you trouble"
But I need you like I need the blood pumping
Through my heart, your own.
If only I were alone, I'd create a new ocean
From the tears I'd shed for you.
And I know I explain myself in all
The most awful ways
But the easiest is always
I love you.