ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʟᴅꜱ, ᴜɴꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ.
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʜᴏɢᴀɴʏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ  
ᴘᴜʟꜱɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ, ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ
ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏꜱꜱ. ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ
ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴇʀ
ᴀꜱ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʟᴅꜱ.

i closed my eyes
and felt the want sunrise
but i opened my eyes
to see my own demise

you left a crease inside my jeans
everything’s less scary than it seems
maybe the ends justify the means
but i still see strangers in my dreams

i’ll meet you where you might meet me
sandy scales of ocean water become your feet
the only memories of us I felt worthy to keep
skinny jeans and anxiety in corpus christi
you made me forget myself on the beach

I cradle hurricanes in my ribcage
while words swirl around my head.
I try to catch the good ones-
but mostly, I wish I was dead.

I do everything too much-
the joy, the sorrow, the dread.
Yet somehow, I’m never enough-
what a curious truth to be force fed.

If I laugh, it’s always too loud;
my mouth too sharp to make anyone proud.
Crying is a dangerous game,
I could sob away a city, drown in the blame.

My rage leaves no survivors,
as if I line people up on personal pyres.
When I vent, they hear preaching-
a sermon no one wants, a fear of my leeching.

I don’t love, I dissect-
obsessively search for the trap I expect.
I can’t just leave; I burn it all down-
the bubbly, funny girl wears a permanent frown.

I do too much and my inner child feels seen,
She's acting out, we aren't this mean
I just get scared when the vibe is off, and ruining the mood makes the blow more soft.

Despite the chaos I still crave love, an equal partner, wearing fireproof gloves.