Black and white
Flip a switch
Toss a coin
personality
Every time I think I see
What's wrong with me
The world flips over
Crushing me

I lost it / everything crumbled underneath my / shaking knees and quivering heart / pupils blurred by salt / water and mouth filled with sharp liquid metal / from biting down the slurs I want to throw at the mirror / i can feel the weight i carry around on my bones / i see the way i move in reflections / it disgusts me and i crave nothingness / weightlessness / emptiness / 130 does not mean a single thing /when there is 120 / 110 / 100 / 90 / 80 /60 / 50 / 40 / 30 / 20 / 10 / when there's zero when I can feel zero and be zero.

in a way my mind is a sheet of thin glass / that has had one too many hammers thrown at / my mentality has shattered into jagged shards that / when I try to piece them back together my hands are torn and sliced / I end up feeling empty and numb from the pain endured / then you stride by with your slender cautious fingers lifting up / my fragmentized mental state / meticulously you built me up again / despite your efforts I am not who I use to be and perhaps that is alright / because you don't mind the gaps between my chipped pieces / you say that's where my light shines through /  for this I have to thank you / and when you do leave know I won't fall apart at your absence / your devotion and caring hands have made me whole-feeling even if / light shines through those serrated mismatched glass pieces

trapped / these streets are like walls closing in on me / with spikes that are inching closer to my sanity, ready to tear me to shreds / already they are puncturing my lungs / it burns to breathe in this awful suburb and it's mirrored houses with the people smiling / the venom seeping through their teeth / my mind is collapsing into itself / not neat like a fabric napkin / like a telephone number written on a bar napkin crumbled in your back pocket

Do not fall in love with
people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and
monuments,
and kiss you in everything beautiful
place, so that you can never go
back to them
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most
beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after
people.