Barricade yourself behind sheet thin walls:
you have a lover and his lust.
A velvet rope will suffice.
As delicate as your skin.
As sinful as your tricks on her heart.
You pestilent child.
Your lies as thick as her favorite book.
Lies converge with truth on black nights.
One covers the other.
I could never tell what is what or who is who.
The city stands over you and stares, shamefully.
Those tricks are the work of the devil.
Those sins are perfected by man.
Caress her skin and lie upon her.
Finish what you started.
Every stroke is a lie, a crime, best seen blind.

In a month
Will we be okay
In a month
Will you ******* call
In a month
Will we be sad friends
With misplaced hearts
In a month
Do you start writing poetry again
In a month
Will it be for me
In a month
Will we be strangers
In a month
Will you whisper my name next to crazy
In a month
Will you regret leaving me
Breathing to fast on a floor
In a month
Do you apologize
In a month
If you do do I walk away
In a month
In a month
I'll be back in school
In a month
What exactly do I do
When in a month
I am still in love with you

Continuous change is ubiquitous
Scripting a new script for us
Without rehearsal we take the stage

It starts in my in my fingertips
A shaking offness
That spreads to my heart
It beats to fast
Pulsing drum
sickness in my stomach
Spiraling mind
I'd wish you'd call
You won't
You'll hate me forever
You won't love me
No one will love me
Not if you stoped
No one ever
They are lying
I annoy them too all lying
School
Money
Lost
Unattractive
Talentless
Worried
Failing
Everything failing
Can't breath
Won't tell
Everyone will look at me worried
Can't worry anyone
Just sit shaking
Frantic panting
Won't stop can't stop
Panicking
3 days of this
I really wish you would call
That would stop the spiral