She loves to be loved, It’s her favorite thing.
It’s her weakness and ours too.
Craving to be held, protected, safe.
We instantly fell for it.
Belonging to something again.

Now she lives with us.
Or should I say we live with her?
It certainly seems that way sometimes.
Sleeping in our bed when we aren’t there.
Dreaming of catching something fun.

When you see those eyes, deny their gaze.
Or else you’ll fall for it too.
And it will rest coiled in your lap.
Loving to be loved, living with you.

Jammed up with noise in my ears
I hear at times like this
It becomes easy to ignore
A face full of snot and tears
Like a fresh bowl of ****
Dissonance warms me to the core

All of my pain disappears
With a deafening kiss
I can be such a ******* *****
When the cacophony sheers
Straight through the dark abyss
Covering me in blood and gore

I’m a bit of a hedonist
oozing with confidence.

to determine value
pick one or the other.

at the mercy of entropy
life is worth less than what?

can all the expressions
contain such a feeling?

to bleed a river but never
clean up the ****** mess.

pain is pleasurable
and pleasure is painless.

after you have hit the bottom
where do the tunnels lead?

when my hands are filthy
will I still find freedom?

don’t forget balloons
the pizza is gross
and all the people
don’t say a word

the magic begins
soon as my life
seems to be ******
and full of fun

have some sangria
it’s all fiction
in this old hotel
we dance within

to see so many
years spent alone
we party tonight
and welcome home

keep spending green

cold shoulders
whats your name
a la la

our new machine

eyes sharpen
some human
glazzy

looks so clean

resembles
mystery

green apple cinnamon
warm caramel drizzle
chocolate frosting flowers

happy birthday happy birthday
give me cake, I eat my cake