"Honestly? I'd just cover that up", he says

Orion's not moving. Stars don't move.
They may die, they may dim, they may traverse galaxies
Change position in the night sky with the seasons
Give me one. good. reason.
To cover up my compass home,
The one good thing, the one beautiful thing,
On this scarred and wretched body?

"We'll put Orion somewhere else, start over"

You're not my mother, ripping out a new piercing
Locking the door on a daughter and her father
Drinking and dating and thinking "start over"
My skin is just my skin, the moles and ink
And decisions are mine to live in
How dare you claim yourself an artist,
yet break down your clientele, your canvas

So Orion's not the problem, sir
It's a debauched attitude toward station
When I follow the stars tonight, I will tell them
Needles have no consideration

Sometimes I feel low, you told me I don’t have to be so,
I text you when I’m feeling lonely
But when the night, slowly fades to day,
You’re just as far away, oh, oh
Give me a break
Give me a rhyme
Give me a response
Before we run out of time
With this clock on the wall, and the kettle on the stove
There’s no other place to go
Love is all that made me feel new
Far too late for we’ve got to talk it out
You just shut it down
Can you find me a purpose?
Can you find my better half
I catch your voicemail a second time,
And I begin to laugh

Sometimes I feel low, you told me I don’t have to be so,
I text you when I’m feeling lonely

Covergirl
Pick me up and use me
Tape me above your headboard
With ice cream smudges and tequila stains
Covergirl
Hide me in the mattress
Say you only have this
Articles and ads
C’mon what else is it there for?
Covergirl!
You say you’ll always want me!
I’m last month’s issue already
As nothing but a side story
Your Covergirl’s pin up shorts and do’s
are so 2002!
Having me is a teen’s first regret!
The one and only,
Idolized phony
Genuine Covergirl?

In an instant I've awoken, I don’t really see the sky
I know rain falls from it on the shingles time to time
Little tinny voices are my alarm set on repeat
And it makes me feel so sorry not to wake up on some
Coriander washed London street
Still the smell, our Petrichor perfume, sitting in the air
Reminds me of our mornings, taking in a winter dare

Where I’d not rise easy to rainfall in the bleak misty dawn
Listening instead, your breath against the pillow I now indent upon

I wish you’d think about me tomorrow, when you’re closer than before,
Sometimes I start to wonder what border patrol does it for
If there were fences, I would climb them, if there were trenches I would brave them,
But there isn’t anything like that stopping us so darling, why create them?

You made “you and I” not exist
And that’s kinda cool in an aesthetic sense
But when I ****** dry your essence
I could taste only me in your skin

You took the chord and chewed it
Tore it with your incisor and spit it in my teeth
Children of the gourd
Children of the gourd
We swim in eels’ flesh
We mix with organs gutted and bleached
From fish in a factory

My fingernail split the cuticle and fell
Curling into your ear
That all you hear of me is mine on a chalkboard
And in a dream my bones rotted
Dancing against your form and encasing you to me
That my touch is nothing but raw and unwanted
I popped your cornea into the pocket of my cheek
Stole your vision for only that of me
That such a vision is now irritating and blinding

Lover lost I blew you away like dust to the wind
Every light popped and sizzled to show mercy
Then I whispered “to the pain” and cupped a vial of our blood
You made “you and I” not exist
But you drank deep until you drained me
And I could taste only me in your skin.