you're never not who you are
because ghosts can still get to you
with your doors locked shut
and ghosts can still see you
with your makeup on

me made a pact,
more respect,
less attack,
That's what keeps you in tact,

Not being sarcastic,
Not being narcissistic,
But this is anarchistic,
This is chaotic.

Rhymes caustic,
I'm a fanatic,
Your rhymes antique,
Yes, i'm a freak.

You stay on your side,
i stay in mine,
You lied,
what a swine

carpet floors and quick hugs
moth-eaten sweaters and goodbye kisses
I hate that I remember it all

I'd rather be lied to
Than be cried on
I'd rather be ignored
Than have you say you're sorry again

I thought your chest
was a hole
to another galaxy

and the only way
I could touch
the stars

was to tear you apart.