Two rooms,
One is sea foam green,
And the other is burnt orange,
And they are always full,
Of ****** and guitar.

Aggressive strumming echos,
Over ambulance sirens,
And flashes of red and blue,
Accustics bounce around,
As ****** does ensue.

Singing from the seafoam room,
Screaming from the orange,
And they harmonize together,
Delivering a bizarre comfort,
Listening to ****** and guitar.

Realistically,
My house could collapse,
At this exact moment,
While I sit here pondering;
Writhing in the glimmering
Aftermath of yet another
Fantastic anxiety attack.

Every morning is a success,
A battle finished in my favor;
Especially with these walls,
Standing strong around me.
For some reason my anxiety,
Is afraid of daylight,
So I savor sunshine.

Desire is only funny,
When it's gone.
Diluted to only water,
Where when tasted,
You feel refreshed,
and not disgusted.

My desires remain,
and when rage boiled,
They didn't evaporate,
But turned into syrup...
Concentrated,
And gross to taste.

Gross to talk about,
***** to remember,
And painful to the tongue,
Where once you were,
Essence sitting,
And I swallowed...

More than once.

Desire is only funny,
When it's gone.
Diluted to only water,
Where when tasted,
You feel refreshed,
and not disgusted.

My desires remain,
and when rage boiled,
They didn't evaporate,
But turned into syrup...
Concentrated,
And gross to taste.

Gross to talk about,
***** to remember,
And painful to the tongue,
Where once you were,
Essence sitting,
And I swallowed...

More than once.

Pure thoughts come too,
At night when I think of you;
Like the brightness in your eyes,
And sincerity of your smile...
Small details that wouldn't matter,
To anyone who only glanced.

I'm a fool for thinking of you,
Because it ends before it starts,
But how swiftly sinks the heart,
And your grin pulls at my strings.

Soon our conversation will die,
And the pressure will subside,
While I watch your number sink,
To the bottom of my cell phone.
Because it ends before it starts,
And so swiftly sinks the heart.

A part of me is ready,
To find a great adventure,
And live fully in the 'now'.
But I can't do that right now,
And it gives me anxiety.

To think too far ahead,
I get lost and uncomfortable,
And I don't return the same.
The 'now' is here and present,
And I'm so scared of change.

Tomorrow doesn't often come,
Because I never let go of today,
And yesterday is just repeating,
and 'now' is not okay,
I can't plan that far ahead...

But,
A part of me is ready.

If there's a space inside,
I'd love if I could occupy.
Two patches just waiting,
To be sewn to a denim jacket.
Perhaps side by side?
Fibers barely touching.

I'd be happy to be your company,
Growing into gentle brush strokes.
Sunlight setting your eyes on fire,
Amber glow that keeps me warm.

If there's a space inside,
I'd very much like to occupy.
Destroy that vacancy sign,
And turn your heart into home.
Just two patches who,
Finally found their jacket.