It's not enough.

Don’t you dare.
You knew **** well right where to find me.

I don’t have to hide in plain sight.

"No food will ever hurt you
More than your eating disorder will."

Some quotes just **** me up.
I prefer to be smarter,
Than all the situations I face.
Having to stop and think
Just isn't the right pace
For someone like me.

Go ahead,
I don't care.
Throw wrench in my plans.
Something large and rusty,
That will give me lots of trouble.
Just **** me up.

I'm so drunk
But I don't feel confused.
Love me.
I promise I want you.

It's weird,
Ya know?
It's just really ******* peculiar.
Please don't even turn around.

Coping mechanisms are a real joke.
Yours make me laugh
Extra specially hard.

She likes to look up at the sky,
And kiss the sun,
But she never remembers
What it feels like
To be burned.

Her skin turns to leather
From all of those beautiful kisses.
Thick leather that only serves,
To lock me out.

Running and riding and hiding
Her whole life.
When I finally gave her a place to call home,
She only left it.
Not because she was ungrateful,
But because she didn't understand the concept.

She is an angel under the attack of demons.
They want to win her over.
They want to conquer her.
They already stole her innocence and purity,
But it was okay,
Because they told her they loved her.

It feels weird to morn a friendship,
That only meant a lot to me.

And I may be a drunk cynic,
But you..........

It's weird how you were so passive aggressive,
Without making a single apology.

I had no idea,
That you wanted to be a disaster
Quite this badly.

**** me.
Good god,
I need something.

I can't quite put my finger on it,
But maybe you can?
It's not pain
Or pleasure.
And it's stronger than satisfaction.

I’m not quite sure what i should do.
I guess I’ll just lay here and wait for a storm
To pick me up and carry me away.
Maybe to the ocean?
We’ll sea.

If I’m drifting around, struggling to coast to a coast.
Will you send me a message in a bottle?
Not a map, just some encouraging words.

If you figure it out, please tell me before you tell everyone.
The weight of the world won’t wait.
An endless possibilty is a constraint.

There might be fire in my dragon eyes,
But it clouds my vision
With the smoke of an abandoned factory.
I’m seeing into the past
With restoration to when we thought this boom would last.
Success did not **** the life out of you,
You spit it out.
Ungrateful.

I said if you figured it out, please tell me before everyone.
That was supposed to be half the fun.
I’m not sure of the shore anymore.

It’s like the lights have gone out
I’m frantically trying to remember the exact position
Of everything that’s ever crossed paths with my existance.

This isn’t Pangea anymore.

Tragedy is part of your character description,
And I can't lie, it's part of mine too.
And a lot of it we create for ourselves.
We don't take people's good advice.

Lord knows you never took any of mine.

Just **** everything.
I still don't know what happened.

You two nauseate me,
And I hardly know you.

I can find all the right words when i have nothing to say.
I arrange them in boxes and push them aside.
When I know the truth, I feel that I’ve lost
Something bigger than words, at a much greater price.
You always have the right words, and I bet that feels so good.

Where do you go when you’re too old for Neverland?
Trapped in a foreverland
Staring endlessly at a broken watch.

As a child I cried for inanimate objects,
Feeling haunted by buildings and plants.
I used to stare at the trees outside my window,
Wondering if they were more comfortable bare.
Solace in winter solstice.

Your reactions create factions like fractions,
When we can’t afford anymore division.

Or else I'll ****** the clouds.
And I'll do it at night, so the suns not there to witness.
The moon is too tired, so she'll just look away.
Not that she'd care.

Did you know she's evil?
The moon I mean.

She's calm, and dark, and seductive,
But it's all just a trap.

You know, she leads the sun to suicide every night.
And she watches.
Can't you see her over there, lying faint in the evening sky as he slowly fades off?

But he comes back every morning.
Unable to escape his torturous immortal fate.
So she just hides and plots her next attempt to lead the sun to his destruction yet again,

And maybe you to yours for the first time.

Was it chemistry or nuclear physics?

I’d rather be heard and not seen.

It’s a dream
It’s a dream
It’s a dream
It’s a dream I have not seen.

It’s 7pm,
Late-August,
Late 2000s,
Massachusetts.
I’m lying on the carpet.
My door is locked.
CDs are playing.
I am safe for now, but not for long.
My windows are open and the sound of crickets is competing with my ceiling fan.

The air is sickly sweet, and slightly smokey, and suffocating, in a way only late August can bring.
Like a death and a new beginning, colliding head on.
Bending and breaking everything in its path against their will.
You go where I make you go.
You move how I make you move.
You do not complain.

It is grief, and fear, and pure apathy.
Disconnection and misdirection.
Negotiation and disassociation.

I am the only person on earth.
No one else exists.
I do not cry out in pain.
No one is there to hear it.

The kind of person who always calls out the first rain drop.

Escaping fatality,
In reality,
On a technicality.

Feeling lost at the expense of being honest.
Paid six hundred dollars, tipped with a promise.

Transaction complete.
No receipt.

One day I will finally turn back and look at her.
I can’t look back just yet.
I don’t want to see her.
I don’t want her to see me.
I don’t want them to see me.
When I finally escaped, I did not believe the first step.
I was running in place behind a closed door.
And now I’m miles away, out of danger, but I cannot stop running.
I cannot slow down.
I cannot look back.
One day I will turn back and look at her,
And I will take her with me.
And I will slow down for her.