Because
I feel like an ant

so small
so weak

So easy to ****

We used to make paper planes
as flimsy as our confidence.
Nothing ever flew the same,
smothered by the thawing sky.
We counted the seconds
until rain ate their bodies,
"5,6,7,8".

Too afraid to go outside,
mom and dad are gone.
Hovering hips beside
the holes in our walls.
Staring out the window
as foggy breath falls.

Seaweed salad and water
before we sleep.
Thinking about
if the paper graves
are as deep  
as the cheap cliches
in our head.

No music fills my tortured soul
As fire makes his move.
He wraps me in his pain embrace
and I, I cannot move.

The dance is never ending
Twisting, turning,dizzying now.
I hate my flaming torturous partner
I've tried to leave but don't know how.

Through days and nights the dance goes on
Until he steps away.
Not far enough for me not to burn
Much to close to stay.

And in the end we'll dance this dance
as he consumes my body and soul
All I can say is that I tried,
And death
finally
gave me control.

Sometimes,
the most honest
thing to do
is to lie

We throw lies into lives

like pebbles in a pool

watching the ripples disturb the calmness

then cascade off into the distance

Come here kind sir
And hand me a scarf
Her whisper
Passed down my spine
And sent the children
Running away
Mothers hold their children
In tall tree houses
Telling them
That she fell off the tree
Long ago

She is sour
About the worm
That twist
Through the maze
Called her steampunk heart.
I never felt steam so cold
Until I saw the animal
She had become

Did you feel that?
Thats her pushing you away
whats her problem?
Well..
Because she refuses to face them
Those leakes seep through
The Steamy heart

Do you see that!
Its right there
When she tells you
Why you are such a failure
But hey
It takes one to know one.

Im sorry
If I'm being so cold
But that is what happens
When you're next
To the Ice
Shivering batches of arrogance
Tossed down my shirt
But hey
She was the one
That made me.

Even though I feel like my heart is bursting,
Technically, it's not the one that's hurting
The heart does nothing but pump blood for the body to survive
It would be unfair to blame it for something it didn't do
but I do blame my Amygdala
for doing such a bad job in controlling these awful feelings I'm not supposed to feel
I blame my lips
for saying your name with the same amount of affection that you do not deserve
I blame my skin
for still feeling your breath spreading on its surface, setting it on fire
I blame my nose
for remembering how good you smell the first time you hugged me  
I blame my ears
for not forgetting how your voice sounded when you say my name
I blame my hippo-campus
for not forgetting the look on your face while you were saying goodbye
I blame my eyes
for the tears that you will never shed for me
I blame my lungs  
for inhaling even though I have no desire to breathe
I blame my pulse
for thinking that I'm still alive
I blame my myself
for everything because I let you ruin me  
I blame myself
for believing that you're still worth it
The worst part is
after all the **** I went through  
I still couldn't bring myself
to blame you

She made me dance on broken glass
waiting for the coup de grâce
she ran away and kissed a toad,
whilst I got stuck on a yellow brick road
the lion and the tin man started to cry
the scarecrow supped on a bottle of rye
click my heels and reach for the moon
watch her choke on a silver spoon.