I'll never get used to the way that you treat me
The things that I've done were so harsh and i cant see
just what you see in me

Falling asleep you give praise, grace and kindness
Saying that I deserve this with your blindness
Of what I used to be

I dont deserve you, your kindness is not due
But even despite that i lie here with you
As you fall asleep

I hear your soft voice and i hold back my tears
The storms they have cleared for as long as you're here
I am yours to keep

I THINK IT’S TIME TO SPILL THE TRUTH
YOU NEVER LISTEN THOUGH, DO YOU?
YOU DEFEND YOUR FRAGILE EGO
BUT IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO KNOW

THE ROT YOU FORCED INSIDE MY MIND
WILL NEVER TRULY FADE OR DIE
YOU SCARRED MY HEART AND KILLED MY HOPE
NOW WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT, DRINK THAT SOAP

I KNOW THAT YOU WILL ALWAYS HATE
WHAT YOU CANNOT MANIPULATE
YOU ARE ROTTEN TO THE CORE
YOU ****** YOUR COUSIN, WORTHLESS *****

WARS WERE WAGED INSIDE MY MIND
I SEARCHED FOR PLACES I COULD HIDE
I FOUND SAFETY IN MY HEADPHONES
IT DROWNED THE CANCER IN MY BONES

IT’S NOT SLANDER THIS IS TRUTH
THE WORLD WILL FINALLY KNOW YOU
WERE MY ABUSER, GASLIGHTING
TRYING TO CHANGE WHAT I WOULD THINK

YOU HIT THE GAS UNLOCKED THE DOOR
TRYING TO PUSH ME TOWARDS THE FLOOR
THE PAVEMENT WOULD HAVE DONE THE TRICK
SHOVE MY FACE DOWN TILL MY SKIN STICKS

SCREAMING SHOUTING LOCKING DOORS
LEAVE ME OUT DURING THE STORM
BLAMED ME FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
WHILE YOU TRIED TO **** YOUR SON

WELL HE HAS DIED HATING YOUR GUTS
CHOOSING TO **** HIS MIND OFF, BUT
YET I STAND HERE, WEARING HIS FLESH
I CAME BACK WRONG, A FAILED REFRESH

YOU’LL NEVER HEAR THIS ******* SONG
YOU MADE YOUR HATE CLEAR ALL ALONG
AT EVERY CHANCE YOU CUT ME DOWN
AND KEPT ME IN THAT ******* TOWN

WHEN ALL IS DONE, THE WAR IS THROUGH
I NEVER WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU
MY ****** MIGHT’VE ****** MY MIND
BUT YOU WERE WORSE BRENDA DEVINE

As I sit here, my drowsiness heavy,
I find myself hearing a warm and bright medley.
It stutters and stops, yet the brilliance shines through,
you fill the air with such beautiful hues.

My words always fall flat in horrible ways,
a poet who struggles with word choice for days.
I've heard all your struggles at late night in bed,
I wish I could fix it, I'll try till I'm dead.

A broken record saying "thank you" too much,
I love you, you're so pretty, I'll say them as such.
I know times are hard, you wish you could give up,
darling I'll hold you till we've had enough.

I promise there's happiness hiding around,
waiting eagerly for it to be found.
I feel like a burden and act like one too,
but babe I'm learning to love me like you do.

So with this last verse, I'll speak bluntly and clear,
I'm thankful I have you, I still need you here.
The struggles you've faced might not be erased,
but we will find joy in this dark wretched place.

A-walking on a wormwood path
that’s paved by age’s cobblestones
on past a palace of distant past
in a Prussian park, a mind unthroned.

He walked, a shadow
through the foggy night,
his pulse beat faint and shallow
as the pale and fitful light.

In the lace of this quicksilver mist,
a fellow shade now walked along.
She emerged from dark, adrift
like him. They hummed the same black song.

In what had been a pitiless pit
of icy fog and stony walks,
she was there as if summoned by fate’s writ.
In whispers, she and he began to talk.

They shared their bleak
and tattered tales
to raise the wreck
of where they’d failed.

And as they talked
their once distant light
began to shine
out in that night.

Here in their pale of desolation,
two kindred shades touch shadowed hands
and in their touch found consolation
to rekindle light in benighted lands.

I beg like a ***
For a token or dime
I spend all of my time
On this lonely street
Freezing to death
While you hoard the heat
And just like the typical
One who drives by
You avoid my eye
So you don’t have to see
The hungry
Me
There’s thousands of bums on the street
And you can’t give them all a thing to eat
Least of all

Me