What does it matter if no one likes me
when worlds away a spider blinks its translucent eyes
and takes another step
on the branch.

You probably understand. Or maybe you don't, after all. Either way, it is jumping around inside me and if I don't let it out soon all my carbonation will fizz up and run over the side of my glass and I don't want to waste all that sweetness.

I want to kiss you underwater.

I want that kiss to be the only thing keeping us alive. Down there we are foreigners, aliens. Grasping, I want to feel your flesh in stark contrast to the smooth wetness all around me, like a secret.

All that life where we cannot live. Exotic, forbidden, so lovely. I am sick with love.

On a quiet little night in a quaint little room
I feel a little frightened at the darkened loom
And in the distance I hear a screech that pierces the wall
From the vibrations the vases and pictures fall
Insane as I am I inspect the scream
For all I know she could have just had a bad dream
But nightmares don't sleep and the riches aren't enough
She can't be a human; her skin is too rough
I turn around to see what touched me on my arm
From the moment I see him I already feel harm
He bites down so suddenly and the pain transcends
Why do happy beginnings have terrible ends?

I am a lot of things
And chief amongst none is a liar.

Except when I am.

Its not on purpose.
Its only when I need to coat my tongue with a little sugar
to make it sweeter; smoother.
So its all not so bitter.

Only when I believe it
When its close enough to the truth
To be considered genuine
If I believe it hard enough.

Lying is a sin.
Except when its not.

When you need a small half truth
So you’re easier to love,
Or prettier,
Or little more righteous,
Or better.

Just when it makes things softer.
When it sands down too sharp memories
And keeps things from hurting so much;
Too much.

It is only then I lie.
Except-.