When the sun hits
She pillages tools from the toolbox
Only herself to fix

When the moon sits
Her ocular mislay the bones buried beneath chest
Matters not where she is

Some nights
She's left to claw a dresser with folded oaths
Inflating lungs, forging trust, to lift two toes

Some nights*
The capsules burglarize her gas-tanks war
Stifling her endlessly to the end of the tour

fear has ruined me
making it hard
to live a simple life

something has permanently
damaged me
making it okay to hide
from the things
that make me shake

a growing nausea
that I thought Id outgrow
but
I am an adult
and I still cant look
someone in the eye
no matter
how comfortable

they hate me
they love me
I annoy them
I adore them

I am afraid that
no matter how much
I grow
this fear will still be inside
like hot embers
eating away at me

it's 6:10 in the evening,
i wouldn't prefer to be here
i'd rather much choose to leave.

it's not like i have the biggest choice.
though being with you,
is one of them.

being with you,
rather than listening
to boy bands sing
about how girls
should love theirselves.  

as i said,
i'd much rather leave
with you by my side.