Legs intertwined.
Hands
attempting to further the points we were trying to make.
Our faces were close
but something was closer.

We were picking out lights from the sky.

We turned them into words that had never passed out lips.
We were somethings
in a world of nothings.

He had really nice hair.

Nothing.
No thing.
Help me
please.
I’m faulting.

Think of your skeleton,
and think of what’s wrapped around it.
Now close your eyes and feel its weight.

Delete it.

Delete every one of your two-hundred-plus bones.
begin in your core;
your spine
your neck
your ribs.

Feel yourself implode.

Your centre’s now a black hole
a void.
Your lungs collapse first
squeeeezing
the air into a mist
that hovers over the alien vacuums tug.

Your intestines are untangling
and your lips are tingling.
You’re disintergrating

no,
evaporating.

Feel every atom of your existence fading…
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?

Infatuated with your scars,
you’re picking at the scab.
You never wanted them to heal
because you’re happy to be sad.

Never have I met you,
and never will I know
what you look like in the morning
or what you look like when you go.

But the tale that’s yet told here
Holds a secret that’s yet shared;
Of the daydreams which we live in
- which are far, and few, but fair.

nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying
nobody cares unless you’re pretty or dying
nobody cares unless you’re petty or dying

well,
no one will care if you don’t let them in
they’re not mind readers they’ve got to know that you’re hurting, first

nobody cares unless you tell them you’re crying
nobody cares unless you tell them you’re dying
people will care if you’re not pretty or dying

let them in, open up
tell them that you’re feeling too much
feel free to be charmless
they’ll love you regardless
i promise that someone will care if you’re not pretty or dying

you dig and dig
then sit and cry
because, oh god, why
have you been left here to die?

digging a grave and claiming to fall
when really you jumped
won’t get you anywhere at all

When I look up at the sky
I see an immense something,
made up of masses little things
that’s too big to fit in a frame.

I look into a throbbing bead of white
and focus hard
I cant understand how such a small nothing
can make up
(and be made up)
so many massive somethings.