It’s that itch in your throat
And the scratching in your brain
The feeling of an idea that has no escape
It stays behind your lips
And sticks to the roof of your mouth
Decays between your teeth
And starts fires under your tongue
It burns your taste buds
And won’t take no for an answer
But it will never see the light of day
Because no one will ever
listen.

i wish I could be beautifully sad like you
a dark velvet blue
suffocating all who try to get close

maybe my depression is only of
my own fabrication, a desperate attempt
to have something in common
with you.