with our brains clouded with the thought of you and me
and with our eyes blinded by oblivion
we relied on the sound of our beating hearts

By Arcassin Burnham

Got off on the wrong foot,
What would it be like if it was cut off,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap,
I swear I'll wait for you on longest journeys,
I swear I'll wait for you on your worst days too,
But on your good ones,
You love the right one,
But he went left,
He was different than the **** ones,
Bisexual beauty sitting in a croptop,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap,
Pretty as you are,
You know I want you baby,
The silence ain't a thing,
Elevated and Slightly fit with rabies,
Foaming out and finding things to lick,
Petals covered in you saliva,
And sweat under you arm pits,
You were an angel in disguise,
A troublesome full of lies,
Only tied to things you can't deny,
Unless your memories are bought,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap,
Let's start over,
My names Arcassin,
Nice to meet you in this disaster,
Its souly a situation,
Your smile brings me to tears,
I'm so weirdly mistaken,
The raspyness in your voice,
Sure knows how to leave a guy shaken,
Pretty dresses swishing over flower beds,
****** stare as we sing the Beatles,
Nails in my back like pins and needles,
Im just starting over but ill do what ever it takes to get those feels,
But as soon as you thought I forgot,
We dip . drop. Roll. Stop,
Watch the flower grow a little then spit swap.

I'm sick of feeling calm
and 'Brave' and 'Strong'
I'm longing, for once, to
not have to balance to maintain
'Right' and 'Wrong'

Because it's 'Right' that people
either play the 'Soldier or the 'Victim'

But, I've never had a ******* say
Never get to say ***** it
Never run away
Never raise my voice
Never add to the confusion

Because I'm the only one who can sort it out

Well I'm sick of playing Clean Up
Sick of wiping up your Slime
your Anger
your Hate
your Uselessness
your Ineptitude
your Spine and
your Gluttonous Selfish Views

Sick of your **** and sick and bile

Sick of having to smile and say "I'll be fine"
Sick of having to whine
Because it's the only way I stay living

Why do I have to be forgiving?

******* All
For the length of this poem I'm
going to be TALL and HAPPY and POISONOUS
and HEALTHY
then I'll go back to being small
accepting
pitiful
and fading

and I'll never tell you all,
as I rearrange while you blame,
that the 'faults' are
all
our faults
after all.