On the back of my bookmark:

Patiently I wait,
wait for this to end.
My body cramps,
and my eyes fall closed.

I have done what I could,
but I know it's not my best.
How could I focus,
knowing you are on the other side?

This space is so small.
It feels so surreal;
it feels like a prison,
but hasn't it always?

I can no more see the end
than I can see you,
so I must shed my heart
before I forget.

I know it's not allowed,
but they cannot trap me
with nothing but Epsilon
and a yearning heart.

On the back of my library receipt:

I have found escapes everywhere,
all around me.
You can't keep them away,
but you can keep watch.

What time is it?
I've lost count.
Too long;
too many hours here.

Someone wrote 'God hates you' on the seat beside me.
That can't be true.
He has given me escape
that only we can see.

On a tissue the teacher gave me when she thought I sneezed, but I didn't, I coughed:

This tears,
but oh well,
so do I
without it.

Innocence is overrated.
He can break the rules.
It's over.
I need to see you.

But not Orchestra.
Too dead.
Oh well.
At least we're done.