If I could collect all the tears I've cried
And hand them back to the persons responsible,
Some of you would be dry as the summer sun,
others may be soaked.
But somehow I'll still be the one
Who drowns in the end.

I've been stuck in this spot for hours,
Days now.
Because I know that if I move,
"See you in the morning"
Will become a lie.

The elephant in the room sits on my chest,
Hiding from the rats in the corner.
The rodents squeal and conspire
And play games
As if they understand what's at stake.
I cant breathe well enough
To read them the rules,
So they set fire to the circus I joined.

Does your name define who you become,
Or do you give meaning to your name?
If the latter answers that question,
In what way have I brought pride to mine?

The notion that someone like you
Could ever possibly love someone like me,
Shatters my heart.
I was born a bull,
Crashing through everything I touch,
And you're made of porcelain.

I want to learn little tricks to make me interesting at parties
Because who doesn't love a girl
Who has more to offer than who she is.

I want to know what it feels like to hold me,
Wrap me in embrace,
From the perspective of someone else.
How does my hair smell?
Is the top of my head worthy of small kisses for no real reason?
I want to know if these broad shoulders,
Where I've been carrying the weight of the world,
Appear warm and open,
A place where a tangle of arms and bodies can be left to naturally entwine.
I want to know if my eyes tell enough,
Or if they actually make a bigger mess of what I'm trying to say.