Let me tell you a story,
It started in my head,
With every thought and dream,
Someone ended up dead,

Now don't think I'm crazy,
Because there's a chance I am insane,
But look at your own mind for once,
The game has now changed,

You are going crazy,
Thoughts driving you wild,
Whoever would've thought,
This was work of a child,

You are telling me you are fine,
But when push comes to shove,
Something always dies,

Not always a person,
Or a living thing,
Maybe art or music,
The singer never sings,

The artist never paints,
The lovers are higher than above,
But at the end of the love story,
There was never really love.

She tells me the story of a conversation she had with her boyfriend
She says "I think a baby should have its dad
And not just some of the time"
And her voice is steady
but I can feel her heart rattling in its cage
Her lungs rippling with muscle-memory from childhood tears
She is painting a picture of a life using colours missing from her own

When she first moved in with the popular girl,
She hoped they'd like her as well.
But the visitors all ignore her,
And her days are a lonely hell.

Hoppy demon, happy wizard
Turning men into mice.
Rendering even the humblest man
a hero in disguise.

I am living on my own
I am better suited in a community
I haven’t had reason to use my voice
Since she stopped talking to me

On sunny days I go out
Hoping someone will talk to me
Even if it’s just,
“What the hell are you looking at?”
Staring is awkward

But I could say,
“I see you,”
Like when we play peek-a-boo
With infants
Before we forgot what laughter
Was supposed to sound like
Now laughter sounds like my voice
Silence.

I just want to answer a question
Which wasn’t posed by myself
Remember the line about
"We were all meant to shine
Like children do,
Because the glory of God is in each of us?"
Well sometimes I think
The glory of God
Looks too much like Seattle in springtime
Overcast and drizzly

His glory is in us
But we don’t let it out
Because of how scared we are
Of seeing ourselves in the light
Mistakes are masked
In the dust and darkness

Our broken-heart pieces are stored
On shelves high out of reach
Childish hopes and dreams
Have long since given up
Trying to believe
They will ever learn to walk

I'm sick of all the rules
when it comes to loving, and living, and learning
I'm sick of forcing myself to let thoughts and feelings marinate
until they're just right
until i can place them
i'm sick of lying on my back watching the heavenless skies turn
to cotton candy and then dissolve into darkness
i'm sick of seeing beautiful things and not being able to feel them

taken by your words i promise
you said that before

Your footsteps echo through my brain,
across the marble floors of a fresh memory
now empty
no life within its walls
Imprints of your dress shoes stain the chambers of my heart
with dirt and grime
Slowing down the gushing of my blood
You no longer make my pulse quicken
Against all odds your absence calms me
Thank you for wiping the slate clean