he's making you think that your tiny mistakes spell out
your whole life's failure. You are not the sum of your mistakes.
Especially not this one. Forget to turn in one application and
your whole future isn't blown out the window.
he's making you forget scale, forget proportion, forget love
acting as though its the end of the world,
he's wrong.
he wouldn't know a good kid or a mistake if it slapped him in the face
he doesn't know that his mistakes have ripped apart his family, torn his soul to shreds
and you are not to blame. Dear Lord, you are not to blame.

I like keeping things in and away
But my eyes don't lie, and people can see

**** him. He's nothing more than a loser
trying to push down the kid he's most afraid of.
Why is he scared of you? Because he knows who you are.
He knows what you can do. He knows you're better than him.
He's scared to death of his own failure and he can't
look you in the eye and see your bright future
because his whiny *** doesn't think that's fair
and he's gonna try and beat you down and convince you
you don't deserve it and you can't have it and you never will
but he's ******* wrong. He's wrong. I dare you to prove him wrong.

how do you convince yourself you aren't measured by someone elses' love?
Asking for a friend.

kissing someone is like all the buzzing and all the chatter
wars fought behind my eyes and choirs of angels
screams of demons, the screeching and aching of
a man as he falls, the grating of Earth's plates and
crumbling of mountains, breezes over grassfields
crackling lightning and shuddering thunder,
pounding heart and throbbing arteries, the echo
of a pulse beat through the hospital room,
nail-biting and foot-tapping and dilemmas and expression
art and logic and worth and failure and love and war
comes to silence. I feel nothing.
My heart, which did beat fast, is calmed and soothed
as soon as my lips touch anothers'.
The buzz of electricity in my veins finds its way
through the wire, and the circuit is complete.
There is peace. There is no more world
there is just two people, two people who
promised not to promise anymore
is this blindness? Is this deafness?
Is this completion and fulfillment?
Will it feel different next time, with someone else?
Is this how everyone else feels?
Is this how the person opposite me feels?
Is this how I feel? Is this alright? Am I okay?
I am okay. You're telling me I'm okay without speech.
Silence. This is it.

We dance around each other
Call it The Tango of Fear

Cat calls choke my confidence
My responses aren't so strong  
Skirts always feel too short
Shirts always too long

Some say I was asking for it
Others say it was my clothes
I say it was a misfit
Letting lust fall like dominoes

So here I am stuck screaming
Black and bruised and used
I wasn't asked to be born pretty
If I had been, I would've refused