love, Love. && When my mind is not my friend, I break down and cry. I forget that you are real, && These demons are not. Silly me - A lost girl running, Circling in circles. I make no sense in these rhymes, That no longer rhyme. I forget that I only use them to speak When my voice fails me again. Silly me - I'll laugh when the silence is quiet, Too quiet. I only wish that you could read me Like a book. Where my voice is printed in black ink. You forget that I don't like to speak out loud, For fear of hearing my voice quiver, shudder, and sob.""