Is this what it's like to be a poet?
To taste every goodbye, to feel every moment?
To feel every detail, to see every flaw?
To kiss every star as the night starts to fall
To fall in love with the way the sunsets
To dream of the birds from dusk to dawn

Is this what it's like to be a painter?
To find it captivating the way the earth moves
Mesmerized by your very own torment
Never caring if anyone else approves
Ingenious, stamped across your forehead

Is this what it's like to be an artist?
To find beauty in the pain that transcends
From the demonized garden growing within?
To find something alluring in the way
*People walk away

I told you I wasn’t perfect, but on your pedestal I stood
I told you I would make mistakes, but you didn’t hear a word
I begged and I pleaded for you to listen, but you would drown me out
So the day I ****** things up was the day you did more than shout
You wailed and screamed and cried, you held a funeral as if the pretty parts of me had died
But Honey, I warned you, perfection is not real
The disappointment you have is yours to carry, and is not mine to feel
As you leave you slam the door, trailing echoes of regret
I cover my ears for silence, but my thoughts break through in time
If you would have just listened, ******* opened up your eyes
You would have seen that honey, this came as no surprise
This disappointment is yours, and is not mine
For honey I’ve known that I’m not perfect for quite a long time.

There is a feeling in the air
It’s dense but harmless
Kind of like Betty Crocker frosting
It just sits there in a thick lump
Smell the sugar from 15 feet away
It makes me want to walk up to it
And put my bare hands to the bottom
Fling the **** out of it
Sticky clumps of pink
All over every thaaanng

It’s that feeling
It’s in the air

I breathe it in
Exhale it everywhere I go
Spread it to people
Like a contagion
Like a I don’t care if you don’t like it crazy sensation
Oh wow - just try and get in the way
Get drunk for days off this swirly freaky rampage

It’s that feeling
It’s in the air

Dear friend,
I've been missing you to death
Years a prisoner and you're finally free
I hope its everything you hoped it would be
Your mind hung your soul on a string and dangled it in front of you
They painted your black eyes a shade of blue
Instead of one life you had two
You were never a stranger to me
Your eyes mirrored everything you wanted me to see
A mind full of wonder but so very far from wonderful
Because
Your twisted mind made lies out of your eyes
Truth is something you gain through pain
You know that very well
Sorry
Excuse me
I meant "knew"
Because you are gone
You left me half alive on the floor
But the door is still open
I could see you again
But I know you'd never let me in
Heaven forbid

how am i possibly beautiful?
id better leave before you change your mind,
id rather you think im beautiful than have you see me
as the real mess that i truly am

what have i got myself into
but yet another mess made to break people

How could you possibly stare at someone
for so long and so many days continually
and not say a simple hello

what are you so afraid of
why are you so afraid of losing something
that isn't particularly yours but you dream it to be yours

why don't you just show her how beautiful you think she is
why don't you just tell her "would you go on a date with me?"
the most humiliating thing that could happen is thinking about it
but never doing anything because youre too afraid to take a chance

i learned it the hard way and now all i could do, all i do is
stare at her love someone else while i lay here miserably
wishing that was me correction knowing it couldve been me
if id done something so just say hello to her
dont let her pass by take the initiave
-M.R.