You want a rough guy,
Well that's just not me, baby
You want a man that'll waste your time
Instead of worry about your safety

I'm gentle, but I'm a wreck
You're always on my mind
I cant seem to satisfy
**** this poem, I'm to mad to even write
Thinking I'm gonna try and be someone I'm not for you.
LOL nope.

i've been told time and time again that
we are made of stardust, to the point where it's
not even poetic anymore, it's just
science. and while they're something beautiful in
chemical reactions and the attraction between
us and the earth's core, there is nothing beautiful
about the way biology was ruined for me
in seventh grade when we dissected frogs and i realized
that's actually what we look like inside-
we don't house constellations or milky ways or anything
worth staring at
                            (but even still, i couldn't look away).

i wonder if there's any chance of us being rescued from our flesh,
i wonder if maybe one day after we're turned to dust
again, our remnants will break free of earth's gravity
and we'll get the chance to be stars once more.

(i wonder if the reason we reach towards the sky at night
is because we can feel our brothers calling us back home)

Every morning we stir silently
Awaking to a whole new world
Full of precious life, but marred by worthless strife
Plagued by constant sorrow, but full of hope for tomorrow
Today is just one of many
Possibilities and realities
That wait for us
Looming in dark alleys
or flying on the highest of clouds
We can do anything that our hearts will allow
Like the rest we chase so often
We will have it in our coffins
These days are too bright to hide from the light
Reach out and touch it before you fade away
None of it matters anyway
I know you might be scared, but I am no stranger to fear
Your belly is full of something rotten, your breath stinks of beer
Why are you wasting my time, why did you call me here?
I told you once that you cannot be living this way if you want to be free
Now won't you please go away
I don't need you blocking my sun today

reeking with self-worthlessness
because how am I supposed to top that
or top anything
because all I know how to do
and do well
is **** people off
and moments like this
long past you kissing me goodbye
me standing in my doorway left with none of you
but a t-shirt and the hickeys you left on my *******
and I am trapped inside my own color
or lack of
and all they can do is smirk at my black eyes
but they're black because I used to punch out my pupils
with hole punchers I stole from my second grade classroom
because I hate staring at myself in the mirror
and outside the moment of you licking up my thighs,
that's all I can look at
my purple, frozen lips
I sell my ice cold words for 25 cents on the main road
and you've forgotten about the cuts on my wrists
but I haven't because it's all the mirror shows me.