Lately life's been kind to me
Not a bad thought crossed my mind for weeks
I miss how they ate me and hate how they shaped me
How no matter the feeling they always seem the better company

And maybe I just love who you could be
Falling for the green light like that fool did in Gatsby
My mind is my enemy and you are my daisy
Pick pick pick my petals until there's nothing left of me

I prefer the arts to anything with a consciousness really, because it never once made me feel like less, not like people do

I fell for you, not like leaves fall from a tree, in swift moves until they reach the ground they seek
Maybe it feels more like a trap, running in circles cause I **** at reading maps
Tip-toeing obstacles as I dare them to collapse
Let me be trapped
Hold on and consume me like a fly caught in a spiders web
Pick at my self doubt until boldness
is all that I have left

I´m impulsive and naive
sometimes loud and sometimes
  silent
 I lie when I can
 And then hide from the pain
 Often run when I could walk
 But my body likes to
  stop.
 I will scratch you and fight you though
   sometimes
    invite you
I´m on fire and I´m drowning but mostly
 I'm waiting for the inbetween

Wake me up
I´m dreaming of you
It was lovely and
fiery and
frightening too