I’m a complicated human, I’m far away from being sane
There’s no way I could show you or even explain
It’s been so long since I’ve even trusted someone new
I hurt myself sometimes, is that too much for you?
Everything was so much easier when I didn’t know your name
Because now you’re stuck on my mind and I’m not the same

I know I should really take them, I have had trouble sleeping lately
And another trip to the mental ward can affect my grades greatly.
They prescribed Imovane and said “don’t take them in vain.
But they forget to say if I do not take them I may go insane

When I was young I was scared of being in bed
The monsters below me, they wanted me dead
But as time went on and I got old
I realized the lies in the stories they told
So I am no longer scared of those under my bed
Because the scariest ones are the ones in my head

You can put your suits in a suitcase
and if it tickles you, put your briefs
in a briefcase
in any case any case will do,
a hard case
a head case
a bad case of the flu'

and if that tickles you
I'd go back to the
headcase.

I present this case
just in case
there's a case to answer.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists