whenever you text or call ..
every word is like a
Slow and painful ...
you feed off of my tears and incompleteness
I try to escape .
But you said you changed ..
you said you'd do better .
You promised .
And I ..
I believe you
I believe you every time.
I'm your supply,
You'll never know a guy who will get you
Quite this high.
Snort me too.
Slip me onto your tongue,
Under the sun,
You'll trip, it's true.
The longer you use me
The more you'll see
No one's abused the supply
Quite like me
I'm dead and cold and dark and blue
I've sold my soul for a fix you know it's true
So now nothing makes me happier
Then poisoning your mind,
Don't stay in my life too long baby
I'm just a fix, you'll find
For all the broken things inside you
You know you'll never fix
I'm just the duck tape
To stop you loosing your mind
you leave your body , wrapped up in his covers ..
he ain't trying to have a part of it anymore ..
you see him trapping bodies in his mattress , and heart of others ..
and you asking yourself what happened to your happiness ..
That's what you get , you ain't listen when momma told you , you can't love a man who never took time to hold you..
And this is what blues looks like , this it was hurt looks like ..
This is what blues looks like ..
Into my ears.
Out of my mouth.
Into my eyes.
Inside my mind.
In my hands.
Under my feet
Things they do
Thing I do
I know them.
I can use them.
Dirty Little Secrets.
Of Drained batteries
The white plastic robot that uses them
The pink and poppy wallpaper of
Tiny bedroom the robot sits in.
Child too grown to want pink walls.
Doesn't want the toy either
Not since the battery died
Overalls tucked into boots tear down pastel gardens
Paint over the chipped glue in beige.
Of a drained battery
Of a toy.
Sees the walls from memory now.
Won't open her eyes in the bedroom anymore.
wear beige anymore.
This robots Batteries are hard to replace
Beige Is difficult to charge.
Why do we tend
To act like fools
To be adored by people
Who can't even see our significance.
We always pretend,
But we're nothing but tools.
While we give out our all,
We're just prisoners in their fence.
Until when will we force our pieces,
To fit into other people's grace,
While they just stand and watch,
How we struggle, fall, and shatter.
But I assure you that there is,
Somewhere that we have our space,
We just have to seek and be the perfect patch,
Because in some people's eyes, we wholly matter.
In love, in love, and in love again
As friend of such a woman
A friend who cares,
dares to ask where I stand... I stand upon ones heart
Cracked moon light spots blotched with hot spots
Coarse detachments between your thoughts
And my rationale
I speak..... Do I speak ?
To you ?
The truth is so painful.... To you
Buried beaneath you and crying hums alone and patched with agony as you trickle away
Each day your face.... Sheds it's grace, love - youthful taste and play, I'm a stranger to your soul
As I leak my heart on your guarded shield, I crumble to your insistence
It's the 'one'
Bust their just playing a game
Only to play you until you wither away
It's clear - their care lasts like the wind