My heart had no home,
yet I saved it.
Let it roam,
instead of finding it a place to rest.

Never, would I have guessed,
that this heart,
it beat true.
And, only,
it stayed restless and not homed,
because it was waiting...
just for you.

This heart is
just for you.

She said, "Don't look at me,"
changing her clothes by the bed.
"I'm fat, and I look bad."
I said, "My girl, it's all in your head.
I'd rather just have you as instead.
There's no best,
no perfect,
but you'd be the closest to deserve it."
Need something to hold onto,
need a body to look at.
Don't want to see your thighs,
since you can't look through.
But, I want something for my hands to hold,
I need something to grab on tightly to.
You don't need clear skin,
because I want to know you're human.
Even a heart stretches and leaves marks.
Everybody's heart is scared.
It's cool because that's beautiful, too.
Oh, no, I don't like it.
I don't like
Skinny Genes.

Have I done good things in this life?
Have I fought enough to show other people how to fight?
What will be my legacy?
What does purpose look like for me?
When will my time for a change to be good come?
Trust me, you won't see it in the morning sun.

Don't ask tomorrow,
the day will come.

Oh, here it comes,
you're dying again.
Time to see how many people were lying again.
If you walk out,
I'll know what brought you to your end.
I'll know the lack of your intentions.
And, though none of them were ever to give me your hand when I fell,
I'd understand.
Because the thing that makes it so hard to stay for me,
is that I fall constantly.
I try to keep myself strong enough to stand,
but I fall to the ground anyways.
If you won't stay true to me when I fall,
I understand.

Strength is shining the light where darkness was intended.