kick all my walls in
break me down
I'll let you

Can you taste these words?
They are like paint
Over the soul
They’re both bright and warm
Or they’re both dark and cold
They can save a life
Or condemn a soul
They could inspire a man
Or just destroy his hopes
Oh, can you taste these words?
They seem so sweet
But they could just be
Bitter
Bitter like me.


                               OterHead.   ©. 2014

you're into drugs
and I'm into you
you're always high
my heart is always blue

you look through my body as if it were glass
I could never be enough
still
a glimpse from time to time
maybe my smile reminds you of
the summer
we used to be
what I used to see
as a you and me
a blurred smile
then you're turning away
you twisted the plot and ripped out my heart
you closed your heart
and left me there
choking on shame

you're into drugs
and I'm into you
your world is so small
no space for two

If god was a real person ,
I'd sue .
For floppy ***** ,
And gaping eye sockets .
Misplaced fat pockets
Stretch marks and paranoid doobs.
For photoshopped pictures
And singles mixers
And never being able to properly chew
My words Before I spit them out
For men that don't ask before they mount
And for all the doubt .
For protesters in front of abortion
Clinics and mimics .
And being more creative without your adoration .
For false salvation .

strange that anyone's greatest fear could be change
when change is my greatest passion-
that sweet seduction, the thrill of challenge
and a bite of cold on the rim of the foreign champagne
is only from the lipstick of this temptress, change
who beckons me across ages- dances with me while I chase-
I never quite know her,
I never quite can- she is already halfway through space
already half erased.

Me
I quickly tap my screen to respond to your message
"I'm absolute garbage and I love you."

You
Your fingers softly brush against the keys as you type out your reply,
"You're absolutely beautiful garbage and I love you more."

Me
I thought that things would be different with you; you were so much more compassionate
"I think I'm in love with you."

You
You hesitate as you read my message, unaware of the stars that were forming in my mind at the mere thought of you
"I'm not in love with you."

Me
I read the message with my brimming eyes and soon enough, I hear the explosions in my ear of the galaxies that once formed when you told me I was an unexplainable force of nature that everyone was wary of.
I also hear the slow thudding of my heart in my ears before everything fades away and becomes numb.

You*
You sit there, quiet and in deep thought
You heard the planets imploding all the way from your bedroom
But all you did was shrug, shake your head and turn up your music.

I cannot write you down-
I cannot even write myself down
words might fill the silence but your pulse will never be in these pages
because these pages have ink on them, not blood
and a soul refuses to be penned.