Don't tell me some things wrong,
that I did something wrong,
then ignore me.

We wanted to fix this,
you have to let me try.

Let me try to soothe
whatever you're over thinking about.
Most of these "problems"
are entirely inside your head.

Words are like weapons
Can maim and tear
So in the heat of the moment
You must beware.

We are not rubber *****,
We do not bounce back.
We bear the scars
Of your scathing attack.

We come back changed
Though the change may be slight,
A little bit tougher
With a little more bite.

Stow your tempered words
Within their sheath
Or taste the sharp side
Of our teeth.

The Comfortable I Used To Feel


Hello. Call me.
Why?
Are your alright?
Kept from you. Protected.
I didn't know.
Doesn't matter. What's up?
Drama. Moving. Changes.
Sounds awesome.
Why?
Nothing left here.
I miss the comfortable I used to feel.
I miss it too.
Shine wore off. I guess.
No, we were invaded.
Pills piled in a spoon.
Wish it wasn't real.
Only once a month.
Watching obituaries.
Don't freak, I'm just dramatic.
I get you. You get me. Even in silence.
Not awkward or weird.
The comfortable I used to feel