Where did you go?
                               Are you far away?
                                                           ­  Do you miss my electronic embrace?
                                                        ­    
I'm craving yours
                              And your static smile

I hope my screen lights up with your face
                                                                ­      Because right now,
Frankly,
                                   I'm all over the place

We were kids trapped in ultra suburbia
A dying town disguised by perfectly lined houses
Filled with children, fake smiles, and cancerous spouses
To escape it all we rode our bikes like a teenage armada

Not knowing where our wheels took us, they took us away
We found adventures in silly things like abandoned houses and railways
All of us held hands while we sat around the fire
Coughing out our hearts quietly so we didn't wake the earth

I remember the time my parents yelled at me
For being a little too girly
Or when her mother burned her with cigarettes
For doing something she'll never regret
But in all this pain we became better people
Let's not forget the times we got in trouble for being us

Dots and dots                                                             ­ "Is it okay if I ignore  
Line my vision                                                           ­    Your text? It's not
I'm hoping to find my spot                                             Personal."
In your musky bedroom

Do you get high off this feeling?                                 "Don't worry,
Does your body become sweaty                                     I still love you,
Eyes get heavy                                                            ­       It's okay."
When you are certain of my displeasure?

These are the things                                                       "Won't you be mine?
I beg to hear when you swing                                          Don't worry,
Your hips on top of mine                                                    We're alright,
Love me until the day I die                                                  I don't love you."
                                                        "Goodnight."

I want to fly with you tonight
Through the clouds we'll take our flight
Under the finite light
Provided by the moon
But soon it will be gone
For its lover will be on
Us in a few minutes
So hold these seconds
Just like you hold my hand
Squeezing it softly
Saying
"I don't give a ****."

I have weeks where I want to be out every day until the sky is painted charcoal with the last flares of the sun's hug
I have weeks where I want to stay inside every day because I'm barraged by human interaction and I need more air for my social lungs

But I'll never regret to answer your text
Call you when I'm in distress
Or invite you over to help me undress
To feel your lips connect with my pores
So that when you leave I'll miss you more
Than I ever did the day before

This house is filled with faces
Ones that I cannot stand
They rule the roost in places
Under beds holding hands

Like children with scissors tall
Running in hopes
That the blades will fall
Around necks like ropes

This house is filled with faces
I feel compressed, congested
My ears are filled with your disgust
My heart rusted without your love
But I hope one day when you're gone
They won't find what you did to me

No clues, no traces

I asked myself today why I still get upset when thinking of you and it's because your poison still lingers in my lungs

Your veins stick out of your arms like needles
They pierce my eyes with tints of blue and green scattered across their lengths
Underneath is purple and red, a color we've all seen too many times
"But it's okay!" I try to say

Yet your veins keep pushing me away

Lines above and under lines form a pathway to your palms
Can my fingers climb that ladder and cling to the warmth of your hand?
"I love you." You say quite bland

Yet your veins keep choking me today

It's good to let your heart out
To fly above the crystal sea

Let your thoughts reflect off the waters
To see what you're meant to be

But one thing I see lately
To all of you who read

Write about a happy thing
To see what it may leave

On your face or on others
To feel what you want to feel

Write about a happy thing
To write love is to heal