I curl up into a ball
buds molded in my ears
and cry to the beat of the music
My wound filled tears
I try emptying myself
Of this anguish
of this pain
of this desire
to be consumed by darkness
because I know
I truly am afraid
and no matter what you say
Baby, it won't go away.
I'm drifting
and I hear it in my head
you saying "its going to be okay"
and how all I could do
was push you away
Feeling in that exact moment
my heart beginning to break
I grab hold of my beating chest
the musics ringing now
and as the lyrics
fill my head
of a song about love saying
every word of how it feels inside
I melt
deep into the wrinkles
of my faded sheets
and lose myself a little more
just as every other time I weep.

he wishes he could collect girls
like butterflies
pin them to the wall,
show them off,
trophies.
but I am the only one
who ever flew into the net