We ran through that house like we lived there
Cursing the filth and praising the clutter
The amount of stuff, another persons life
It was ours to desecrate, it was ours

And I spent all winter (or **** near all winter)
Trying to get warm
And I lost all my time to the intricacies of your youth
Only to find it in my room at night
Those nights killed me in the way one kills time

Now I spend all summer trying to get cool
My blankets big enough for two, there's plenty time to run through
**** me with those eyes that drown me in hope
And I hand over everything I've ever known for an hour in your presence

I let my face rest in
the rising rain water
My muscles were relaxing
Drops fell on my neck freshly
The rain fell light and even

As I laid I sank in
I wanted to be gone
Sink into the nothingness of matter
Be of and separate of nothing
I was content with complacency

But you pulled, you did not fight
You showed me how great it was
being more than you were
How truly eminent you could be
The way we make ourselves

You cried out, "Look
we are clean now,
the rain has cleaned us"
So I rose and so did you
"Let's be of and separate of each other"

How is one to be one's own
All there is to feel is disdain
What else is to be shown
To feel anything, especially happiness, is pain

"Nothing is original": Teenage Anthem
No truer words have ever been written
Emotions can't belong to any of them
They're sent via a social subscription
All one's thoughts are already said ever so splendidly
Force fed back to the mind (a reminder of the artfulness not of thyself) that couldn't vocalize
The poet says "It's nice to not be alone" all too friendly
No words have been a greater weapon to terrorize
To not be alone in the feeling of apathy is
all one needs to feel at ease...

Sometimes I press my palms into my eyes
so that way I see blurry for a minute
Everything feels surreal to me right now
maybe I'm finally going to have that breakdown
The one that's been building since age five
It's odd, your eyes made it ok for a second
and your smile another
but I'm still pressing my eyes and I still feel funny

Your eyes are always so crinkled
School must drain you so
Always barely perceiving
They were disheartening with
melancholy in tow
I'll never forget the night I realized
your eyes
No longer creased, no longer apathetic
So round, so alive
In this moment I realized that I
had seen them before
I saw a glimpse today

Maybe it's too much to think that
I made your eyes everything
Everything I needed to be alrite
I kissed your mouth that night
A person like you could be good for me