Your demons don’t play well with mine,
They bite and they bruise and entwine.
Yours weaponize tears,
Mine whisper, come near.
The chaos is purely divine.

Yours gasp for the rush of cool air,
Mine drown in your scent, flesh, and stare.
Yours vanish like shame;
Mine burn all the same,
Still lit by the hunger we bear.

We drift toward escape, dark and slow,
They bloom with our secrets and grow.
Yours pull at my seams;
Mine knot in your dreams.
A dance only demons could know.

You speak with me like I’m a lost cause
Your words cut deep like guttural claws
I show that I’m mad, but I secretly plead
For you to for once believe in me

You assume I’ll give up before I begin
Because of past stories of how I have been
I know I’ve before overwatered new seeds
But for once can you please believe in me

You keep speaking of me like I’m a stain
You make me a joke to cover your shame  
I know you’re embarrassed because of me
You hate that I hurt the way you’re perceived

You assume I’ll soon throw in the towel
Like other past projects that ended foul
But of course I lowered my new dreams sails
When you only thought that I would fail

It feels like a wound being rubbed with salt
When you say the way that I am is my fault
I shout my harsh words, they secretly plead
For you to just once believe in me

To me you have successfully taught
That I’m a stain, a fault, a lazy lost cause
When I look in the mirror, that’s all I see
Since that’s all you ever made me believe

sometimes we say sorry when were in the wrong
just little word but powerful and strong
sorry means for give me a special word to say
just a little word thats not hard to say

helps you to regret helps to ease your mind
things that you have done will put it all behind
just a little word letters they are few
and it means a lot when it comes from you

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.

it was much
heavier than I expected.
that cherry-wood box,
all that's left of you.
it was heavier than the news of your death,
but not nearly as heavy as the loss of you
every moment you weren't there when I was a child.
you taught me a lot,
not directly,
but your absence taught me everything
about loneliness
about pretending to be strong
during my weakest times
it taught me how to do time
without expecting anyone to be there
and no one ever was.
but you're finally with me,
now that you're gone.
the news of losin' you wasn't
what I expected it to be
that cherry-wood box was a lot
heavier than I thought it'd be
I miss you like I always have,
it's just different now.