I am but a tiny spider
Even though everything that's too far away is blurry
I see how you look at him
Again
Blurry
You look at him like he's the last source of light
Or the perfect kind of dim light so it doesn't hurt your eyes
You look at him like he was precious stone passed down the generations of your family
You look at him with a lonely desperation to be seen as you
Not just another ****
You love him so much
He is more interested in that stinky wet plant thing (chewing tobacco) than you
And it kills you to see him like that
Your hand brushes against his shoulder when your favorite song comes on
Or at least i think it's your favorite
And you start off in the low tone and adjust as needed
But he's not listening
His ears prefer that terrible dubsteppy stuff
And you wish he would see you as something other than an object
But we both know he probably won't
And you die a little bit inside every time you try to get the drug of a person you're addicted to

Once upon a time
There was a fallen angel
And her smile was the world
And her laugh was genuine until it wasn't
And she gave all the love in the world
Until she couldn't bear the weight of past loves
And she began to go insane
Her smile became weak
Sometimes painful
Her beauty started to

.... Decompose ....

And with it went everyone else
Ten people saying i love you's in one day wasn't enough
She wanted more
All she got was more insanity
She almost deserved it
She started to hurt herself in the
Coldest
Cruelest ways
And there was no way to stop it
She started to blank out for hours at a time

But no
The fallen angel had one more trick up her sleeve
She would make the Devil fall in Love with Her
And it would be the best part of the last few somethings of her life
He became all that was really important
And when the circumstances wouldn't allow talking
She was forced to go oh so insane again
But all will be alright
There will be fresh red marks on the thumbs
There might be a scar eventually
But all will be well
The fallen angel will live
Sort of

Say my name and move your hand and i cringe
because a few other's hands weren't as friendly
maybe just a few too many
please don't get mad when i flinch
we both know it's not my fault
that whenever someone gets in my way i halt in my tracks
because i can't backtrack quite right
my memory has blank spots
like i never thought
i never thought that anyone would like me
But sweetie you've proven i'm worthy of maybe a little bit of affection
i can't remember huge chunks of my life
it's like a knife running through my memory
cutting specific chunks away
i could never forget you day to day
maybe over a month
don't worry i'm just kidding
i couldn't forget someone who's so good to me

I may have developed a little bit of an obsession
every time that you're gone there's misplaced affection
you said it was an open relationship
why does everything else feel so wrong?
if we were talking love
you have made it to the championships
This is a poem not a song
i can't think of a line to rhyme with love
i swear i'm not adorable

That reminds me i have to sing you all of those sappy songs
because it makes me feel better
i can't be too loud
or i might get into trouble
but i really doubt you would tell me to stop it forever
even if i think i sound terrible
you think it's at least bearable
considering you tolerate it so

even when i'm feeling so low
you're consistently patient with me annoyingly telling you to **** me
you're the only one i trust with the task sweetie
i swear there is nowhere better to go
than closer to you
there's nothing i'd rather do
except maybe eat a burrito
That may have just ruined it?

Apparently i'm you
and you're me
that's not all we can be
Love you, Alex