Do we ever stay strong? Or do we fall, To the ground, Full of, Dust. Am I depressed or, Just young man, Full of, Thoughts. That’s where we felt it, We’ll die, Full of, Thoughts...
I feel like you hold all of me see all of me but I'm heavy sometimes and a lot to look at I guess that's fine you feel like an air balloon but when you are not feeling warm we start to fall toward the surface of the earth your desire for me only present when you want to look at it and make room for it like you can feel the gravity of us but its tacking energy you don't always feel like giving why is it that I fall for those smart enough to see what I can give but too tired to pour life into the dreams I show them like knowing a unicorn exists but horses are easier to take care of eat less hay they see that I am special but not as easy why do I have to be less to be more palatable? My ability to care for others makes my partners shrink feel like guilt in not wanting to try like me they don't want to love like that This love is too much... energy and life and thought they don't want to as bright as me they just want to feel my fire not to put energy into its light I can't be less to ease your guilt I can't be less to be easy I can't be less for you I can't be less I can't
We never broke up We just sort of broke down I was wearing my shame Instead of my crown You spat out the ashes That tasted like flame And it hurt cause it burnt When you said my name Now there’s time for regret And moments for tears The mistakes I made Will stay with me for years But you’re nothing royal No knight sent for me You’re more like a dragon You like when I bleed And though I’m no princess I’ll keep my head high Inside I slay dragons And you’re just a guy.
As History falls Onto his blood strewn path He meets a Fork In The Road Between Take And Be Taken So instead He jumps into the Rabbit Hole To stop Time And repeat himself
This is me deciding that I am with it My arms are the ocean I Am the sea of troubles Biding my time at your feet You crush sand dollars but MY Currency lies in unopened love letters and notes made of sand This love falls apart in my hand But I am birthing Venus And this sea foam curls with my lips I have snarled And produced Beauty My palms forgot how to smooth glass And the water is glittering with fragments of you But do you dare dive deep enough to see that you haven’t touched me? I will not return whats left of you to the shore I have taken whats mine and like I did with the foam like I did with the glass I will do to you Turn something ugly into poetry The ocean isn’t forgiving so thank god I am not that.