in still moments i realize i feel nothing for you and my chest falls softly and my eyelids flutter into an unparalleled sleep, where your fingertips are washed away by the gentle tears of rain and i sleep just sleep
when a boy wants your body kick him in the mouth make him bleed a torrent of red and watch the fear flow out of you into him then leave, button up your shirt, tell yourself you cannot be burned, and light that ******'s house on fire.
we are impossible beings with meat scrap hearts rope burned tongues. life drones on in this weary sort of sonata beautifully sad, a whining violin with empty chords. bedrooms frighten me because its just do this and then hands are scraping around in my pants. this type of thing becomes normalcy and the thunder roars and i can hear your ******* throat screeching at me from darkened rooms with broken ceiling fans.
eyes like acid drops i want to float in an ethereal light where colors meld together like melting metal and this cold blue inside me could be white hot and burning instead of empty and confusing an ice age of yearning. what is this thing where we are supposed to become somebody, 18 and no heart to beat, how do you know what bills to pay and **** i'm going to college where i have to do coin laundry but my fingers aren't even working.
darling i'm a lonely heart, an ice queen ******* down cigarettes slitting my wrists to jazz and watching my soul crumble like castle walls thinking about a stranger whose hands id like to hold
my days become calendar boxes fitting each miserable heart break between the times of 2 am until unblinking eyes muster up the courage to open the blinds and the morning starts over again where i tend to forget that you think i'm a monster with a ribcage full of blizzards. you see, the sun fills my consciousness with a mirage where i am a broken mouth numbed on nova cane and the pain is a dull thud that can fade into the background until the darkness blankets my psyche in a silent cocoon and your horror film scars throb along my skin.