I dropped my honey bun
I figured Its ruined.
But not technically
the top is damaged but the rest is unscathed
It sat sticky on the ground
And i thought
something is always taken and
something is always given
like people
extrinsically unscathed
internally scared when ripped apart
pieces are always left somewhere
sometimes sticky
sometimes ripped
and i wondered if i would still eat it

Its two in the morning
and instead of listening to
the noisy flood
of keyboard and bass.
I listen to rain.
cause that's all that is there.
with no boat to paddle me away
and no door to float on
I watch everything crumble.

I like you
Whell like you
Ya
Like you


Don't look like that
Well...
Yep

that's all i had to say

I remember the moment i saw my parents as people.
stumbling and babbling like normal humans
with eyes that seemed flighty
lost
but only for a second.
They caught my eyes.
And i saw myself in them.
squishy and
malleable to an extent.
they were no longer infallible
they were no longer better than i
they were just older.
And it ******.
To no longer see them as super heroes
but as cash cows.
as
just another school mate.
But they wished to prove me wrong.
My father seemed to see it in me too
My mother watched it come close
They wanted to show me how super they could be
they already handed me the world
and they wanted to show me what it all meant
but i was too old by then.
and had already grown familiar to ignoring them
Like a deer pants for the water.
Like religion to a sinner.

Never Kiss a woman.
Not even slightly
Especially after work
on a cold night
in a bar bathroom
Never kiss a Woman.
If you like having a spleen
they distract you with lips
and feed you a cold knife
Never kiss a woman.

I think i
spent my happiest hours
not thinking

Being in love is
like being sober and
I'd rather be drunk