Its all in the pupils
His eyes 100 shades lighter than mine
Will they dilate? in my mirror looking through the glass
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
Shedding skin beneath her bones, hard to feel nerve endings.
Why does he choose to stroke my vertebrae when I'm obtuse
Acid reflux and the Venus retrograde, rules Taurus I wanted you
Yet, we are to separate to be intoxicated
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 3:52 PM UTC
Appears so easy, for u to read binary on finger tips.
& u always greet everyone with a lie,
Lie like smile
Google voice, tripping-salamander tail ready to grow.
Lilac lips, black eyes, 2000 words a minute,
Seems so easy for u to smell blood through skin.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
I'm high
So high
So high I barely feel the alcohol
So high my teeth are grinding into each other, I can hear their gnawing bone through my skull...
So high I'm flexing in-&-out of 5 of cups/5 of swords feels
In-&-out of 9 of cups/ace of cups feels
I don't want to sleep
I'm not sure if I want to speak to anyone, yet the thought that everyone is dead to the world makes me slightly sad
I wish I had a body like an instagram model. I wish I had an unlimited supply of molly.
Now I wish I had a car.
I'd drive 80mp into the middle-of-not-here
I'd listen to jointy, artful goth techno.
I'd continue to wonder if there is anything to patch up the hole inside-just right.
My head-space searching for things to sew in the fear or guilt.
Your peers think you're a ******* freak.
They think youre a toxic idiot.
They think youre homely and annoying.
Drive faster.
You don't give a **** what they think!
You know that if any of these people, that hardly know you-think any of that. It's exaggerated and unimportant.
Turn the volume up.
Nothing is real. Really.
Everything is a choice and decision.
You're deciding to be happy. Better than ok. Better than anything.
Thousands of days spent before. Rocking backnforth. In your bed. In the corner on the floor. The bathroom at work.
None of this terror is news. And none of it was ever enjoyable. So why the **** do you entertain it?
You remember joy. Peace of mind.
You're in control.
I really like this song. Volume higher. Alone in the boondocks. I'm alone in the darkness. The only sign of life my heartbeat&breath.;
terror to rejection. Always glancing over your shoulder. To maintain perfection. So you don't get clipped. So no one else abandons or abuses you.
You keep your heart in plexiglass.
Cloud your eyes from the opportunity to be vulnerable.
But can you trust?
I pull away. To discern contrast. To discern how I really feel.
You still choose a plan B. You can't seem to release that.
You need to find your self love. Recover it. That which has been taken from you-before you had the chance to cultivate it.
Self certainty.
I need the potion. So I never forget this cyclical pep talk.
I keep looking for that potion in ***** drugs. Positive reinforcement from others, outside of myself.
I'm so high. I need...
I need....
I'm alright.
I'm ******* happy.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
Sometimes I'm eloquent
And quick
And clever
Thinking on my feet effortlessly
Sometimes I'm awkward
And twitchy
And quiet
Throat stuck in itself
But I'm worth it dude...
I have something worth your time
The feels when you want to *****
Shiver down my spine
I'm alright
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Yell at the girl
She's got a brain, I feel scared beyond repair
Yeller at the gurl
Her face melted into red tones of paint all the way...
This baby
This baby
It melts
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
He said he'd prefer a rifle, and **** pistols
I knew he meant it he didn't know he did
And partially blew up my heart
I'm not a deer in the woods
Jumping salmon
I don't wair neon orange
Hunting is not a sport
Nothing is not a sport
Don't you think anybody else has the capacity for pain as you do
Partially blew up my heart
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
That building's windows look like a disco ball under a microscope, I know there are people in there.
They might be a little sad, a little happy
Maybe a little drunk
I wish they wanted to love me
And I them.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
Can i find a place to stay,
Put it down, the knife put it in the kitchen drawer
So seriously
Dreaming about 10 years ago
Dreaming about you, even my brain wont let you go
I despise needing a mirror to leave the house
Put it down, the gun put it in the dresser drawer
So seriously
How about vacationland-is to be a home
And me seeing you is to be a holiday
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC