Words travel,
you do too.
Travel inside this.
Enemies and "you too".
K, the ending to Fine,
and find the way,
to lean towards a lie.

Driving down the highway,
wondering if you're behind me,
No I don't mean literally,
These memories stay inside me.
Pull your hair away,
arch your back,
remember when I used to make you smile like that?
I bet you don't,
because you never listened,
but smile girl,
ride it out,
I'll be there even when we're on the outs. Curve ball at the same time as your last chance,
it's up to you to change the past.

Find a crease in the paper.
Fold it back.
Keep it like that.
These are blue, this is blue, blue.
and here we are.
I see you searching,
and we keep clenching.
Fabric under my fingers and I wonder,
where is the string to this end?
And when do I get tied to the end.

I feel like we taught each other all these lessons.
Hands pressed tight together.
I'm hiding under the sheets from the world.
These mattresses are memories.
They press into my spine until my skin is blank & blue.
I wish you could feel the pressure I carry trying to hide all this.

she said, "looks like home to me".
We'll write it on a white board.
Right, write it on our arms.
Do you remember those strings of words?
We had them down to a T.
Whatever that means.

Have a lot of things on my mind,
Thanks for being around all the time.
Not sure where we'd be honestly,
Without all this misery.
Did I know you then like I know you now?
Or was it a mask the whole time,
The whole stupid go around.
Because back then when you held my hand
I saw it all in your eyes.
Now you don't even touch me
Unless I tell you I need you to act like you love me.
Questioning all of this makes sense,
But questioning you,
Is something I'm not allowed to do.
Used to be a force to be reckoned with,
Had a secret to keep,
But in reality,
All of this wasn't too deep.
Feeling it back then,
Past the honeymoon stage,
And into the *** den.
My skin used to feel electric touching yours,
Skin touching skin,
I'm feeling you next to me,
Again and again.
It's empty now on the bed,
In my heart,
But mostly in my head.
Wanna hear you miss me,
Feel you touch me because you want me,
Kiss me,
Make me feel alive like I'm your prize.

Eat my bones.
Shred my skin.
A few lessons are learned within.
Cuts and corridors,
failing and falling,
laughing at it all, at last.
Please the pain.
Please, the pain.
No matter the gain.
Minutes on the screens
enveloped in my dreams.
Word is new,
ending too soon.
Beginnings forget
to remember it all too.
End it to start a new.
New is just another lie too.
Travel the clock,
afraid of time,
remember to hold back,
trying not to cry.
At arms length an open book,
feel the ink drip down my throat.
No matter the difference,
deserve the change,
Paint chips collecting lead,
a lie as you hold that pencil near your head.
Language speaks,
lacks remorse,
changes our memories,
changes the course.
Not straight or narrow,
but forward on.
Follow me on
into this storm.