Do you speak to yourself
With respect?
Thinking back on words
Fit for retraction, do you call
Yourself idiot? "Why didn't
You just shut up? Stupid,
Stupid, stupid!"

Spitting foot flavour
On your own shadow, leaving
Bile, regret and self-loathing on
The walls and floor
Of your headroom.

"You always mess up.
Why will you never learn?"

Forgive yourself. How would
Another feel if spoken to
With such hostility?
Day after day.
Minute after minute.
We talk down to ourselves
Like invisible
Evil twins.

Be nice to yourself, even within
Your innermost of monologues.
Be nice.
Watch your mouth.
Don't talk like that
To my friend.

People say to just be yourself
and when I am they tell me that
guys aren't meant to be pretty
but what if being pretty is me...

Expect Me

Body aches,
muscles pull.
Feeling empty,
never full.

Mind races,
thoughts fly.
Tears falling,
hearts soaring high.

Caught in a moment,
lost in time.
Addicted to it a feeling,
a temporary high.

You're on top of the world,
then lower than your feet.
Feel like a millionaire,
but lose everything in a heartbeat.

Up and Down,
round and round.
Never being able
to find solid ground.

Aching for freedom,
but a slave to the rush.
Screaming in anguish
at the power of your lust.

It's hard to break free
when the high is so sweet.
But be careful to find it
for you may lose your feet.

Nothin hurts like the words
As they slink and slither and crawl
Through your mind
All the time
A ruthless brawl
Of right and wrong
A tuneless song
Nothin hurts like the words

I want to explore your mind,
your heart,
learn why you think you can’t be loved.
I want to show you,
why you’re wrong.
You captivate me.
I want you to hold me close
in the piercing chill of late December
I want to show you,
Just what you are worth.

You are a fever, the disease in my veins.