I don't like eye contact
I will not hold it,
Except for special occasions
But my eyes prefer to look
At ones lips when the talk
Then dart around
Sketching a mental picture
Of the surroundings
Like if I become too enveloped
In the person talking
They will see through my pupils
And into my mind

I need to remeber what it felt like to have a blade run across my skin

I need to remeber the feeling of relief when the pain starts

I need to remeber the joy I get when I pick up the knife

I want to know the feeling I get if i burn my skin

I want to know if it feels better or worse than the knife

I need to do it one more time

you're crippilingly insecure

behind a facade of control

you are as sad as you say
=
i hope you don't die

but you need to know that hate is not more powerful than love.

I feel numb, no sensing,
As if I lost the ability to feel
As if everything is happening
All at once around me
And I'm not even aware

i like pop music
some oldies too
i dont like Mudhoney
but you do

I like rivers
I like the ground
you get thrills
im safe and sound

I like Disney
I like Pixar
You like pulp fiction
its just who we are

im not obscure
ive tried to be
its not who i am
its not who ill be

this isnt an attack
just recognition
of who i am
of what im missing

im trying to fit in
but thats not what im about
i dont get along
with the out crowd

i dont get cult movies
or grungy rock bands
it doesnt make me
less than i am

i like classic poets
but moderns good too
but i dont get those poets
you watch on youtube

maybe i thought
i could learn or understand
but im beginning to see
thats just not who i am

this is a message
or maybe just a thought
i had to say it
im all i got

ill still try to watch your movies
ill listen to your bands
ill try to get it
ill try to understand

i dont always get you
but boy do i try
i guess im just tired
of trying to lie

There's something in a simple hug
That always warms the heart,
It welcomes us back home
And makes it easier to part....

Trust is like glass
Easily broken
Hard to restore

And i wonder
If she think
How i
Used to.

I wonder
If shes afraid
Of losing
You

But why would a rose
Be scared of a lily.

Why would the mind
Behave so silly.

Why would she be afraid
Shes so confident

Maybe thats the difference
She knows who she is.

Im still
Just afraid
And unsure.

You used to
Be like that.
What happened.
Dont go back

Im glad youre happy
But if youre not
Im here

Ill sleep with my phone
Right beside my head
Incase you get sad
At 2 AM

Im here