what would you
do to me
if I let you do
shiny, shine
pieces of you
injected
around my eyes
little folds of
my face
function to feel
pregnant with question
the primacy question
malfunctional
destructional
stitched together
survival
survive
patterns of red
mixtures of blue
me becoming
intertwining you
physical fight
as I bite
my own lip
hold it down
make it sick
what would you
do to me
if I let you do
blood red
pieces of you
pregnant with question
the primacy question

dysfunctional hands drenched in faith

Don’t expect a journey
But you can come along for the ride
I’ve left a trail of wreckage
That’s miles wide
And I’ll never let you inside
My heart’s been always broken
And I pretend and I lie
I’ll smile
While I rip your heart in two
It’s all I know how to do
Because mine was ripped apart long ago
Before I knew what love was
And the pain is now numb
I feel nothing for no one
Don’t expect a journey
But it’s fun on the ride
And this train’s running out of time
The next crash might be the one
When it all comes undone
You might be the one
Yea you might be the one

You're my bell
I hear your name
and lose control
you ring
without saying anything
I can hear it
like your whispering
a silent symphony
filling the hole
where my heart used to be
You're my bell
you take me there
without trying at all
effortless and simple bliss
healing this hole inside of me
You're my bell
but it is
my heart
that sings

Sometimes trees look
very big
with the wind
blowing their leaves
like teeth ready to eat
a small bird
They're not supposed
to be mean
They're supposed to
love and provide
give birds a home
in this cruel world
in some places
the ground is barren
there is nothing
as far as the eye can see
yet birds exist
strong
flying
I am that bird
without a tree

Tired
your eyes reflect
in a coffee cup
all the things
you've had to
overcome
pieces of burnt paper
breathed in your mouth
Staring
your hair falls
and covers your eyes
the cup is empty
and so are you

If you say
goodbye
my heart
will harden
as I know
that I
cannot be
without you
now
in my
picture of Heaven
resting in the
foyer of my hope

I don't let flowers bloom because I'm scared of weeds.