I could pick a world up and throw it down
Just to see how the healing starts.

I could pick myself up just to throw myself down.
Just to see the bones bounce with the fragments of the heart.

I could pick the stars like they were flowers
put them in the sun for hours
just to see their light fade.

I could put a mirror to my own face
just to see me look away.

I could say I was okay
just to see their lives go on.

I could say and do a lot things, just to say that I am strong.

But my mouth and arms are bound
frustrated head can only pound against the pavement.

All along I couldn't move
and they define it as behaving.

Away from me, my brain is keeping distance.
I have no choice but to accept the decision.
It just felt it had no voice, the noise had clouded its vision.
It fell apart, kept ripping at my open heart with such a persistence.
Body parts turn on one another,
I understand the need to flee a battle
when you have no cover.

Will going after what you want really destroy you?

The cure sitting obscured
the vision stirring me awake.
What I wouldn’t give to break the path in half
endure whatever wrath that came.

Scoot inside a diner booth
convince the others you are sane
convince the reflections in your plate
that you speak nothing but the truth.

Scoot outside the booth again
say goodbye to all your friends.
Promise you’ll come back with them
grind the spit against your tooth.

Walking back the wind attacks
you feel you have nothing you could lose.
You smell the sea inside the city
the streets are like a maze to you

Follow the sound of crashing waves
you realize you’ve been here for days.
Cut the paths or climb up higher
you’ll admit that you’re a liar.

All you care for is the sea
the ground around feels way too heavy.
Pick up the pace, you’ll find it soon.
Beneath the waves, you’ll find it soon.

Sometimes I feel like I can place my hands over my face and drag my fingertips into the skin and just wash everything away. But then I remember skin on skin only burns. I haven’t healed, I’ll never learn.

Your kisses stain like sunburn
the skin dark
the eyes yearn to tear the peeling flesh apart

Fit me perfectly
You don't.
Give up on something as fragile as dust
I won't.