Sometimes I Think You Like Me Better

I Miss You Already I Don’t Need To Leave. I Can Stay. . . . Mmmm.

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

It Must Be A Hard Thing, To Be A Father; Living In Fear That Your Daughter Would Meet A Boy She Liked, But Also Having To Worry If She Didn't.

Your Number Was Up The First Time I Met You.