it was never about how you yelled at me it was about how the vein stuck out of your neck like it wanted to pop because it couldn’t stand being part of you anymore and how your knuckles turned the brightest shade of white when you gripped the steering wheel desperate for some control in your life which i will never hold against you but when you tell me how i disgust you i lose another part of myself but i can never tell you how you are gripping my skin and pulling it away you think i harm myself but did you ever wonder why i have such an impulse it’s certainly no thanks to the map you showed me written on my hands in violent red that leads to a dark place inside me and there’s no turning back once you get on the boat that leads you there through the sobs and sorrows no one said it’s easy but i’ve been sitting here on the doorstep for the past fourteen years wondering where my father is and who the imposter is inside who dares to put his hands on me and claims my tears sting him when they touch his thick skin claiming he loves me and he would be lost without me but we have nothing.

so maybe there will never be an explanation for why i am the way i am or what’s made me the way i am but i believe it started when i started believing i wasn’t enough or that i never could be it was somewhere between the stairway to the top and the life that led me there i realized how twisted my ways were how i had no clue where to go or what would get me there it was when i jumped on the train that took me on a tour of crooked and all the way around how it’s supposed to be that i saw it from the outside but the way back in hasn’t opened and i’m left on the outside lonely and afraid and maybe i’m wrong to believe anything will ever get better and maybe i’m afraid that things will never work out the way they are supposed to but i keep replaying the scene in my mind where i’m in the water and i scream to you with a surprise but i never kissed you how i should have and every time i see you splash into the pool i can’t help but think about what i could have done and what i should have done and how much i miss your sweet smile and your gracious body and how you held me like you’d never let go and i guess the movie replays over and over with the creamy sound of your voice breaking the air and my heart forgets to keep pounding because i never stopped loving your voice or your eyes i never stopped loving the way you held me on that day that seemed like the end of everything and i never can stop loving you no matter how much i try to throw myself at other guys no matter how much i try talking myself into believing how cruel you can be but nothing can ever get my mind off of your sweet lips against mine and the memories we should be making and how in a parallel universe you and i are happy forever we are forever and always have been but that's in a parallel universe and in this one you won’t look at me and i can’t stop looking at you my three a.m. thoughts consist of wondering why i can’t love anyone the way i loved you why you won’t let me out of the trap im stuck behind the bars of you and can’t find an escape there’s no way out and i’m starting to become claustrophobic but that's beyond the point that’s in the middle of the mass destruction surrounding everything i was and had become everything i ever have been it was the madness the fabric of my life tearing apart and where to start i have no idea but i need to tell what story i have left the truth of the story very little even stands in my twisted head and maybe this will be the hardest story i’ve ever told but someone has to share it it must live on it must live on.

everything was over and i saw you leave your body for a little while when the ghost filled you up it was like i didn’t know you it was like no one did you were an abandoned house and i was a visitor with spray paint who wanted to live forever and now i do through you i marked you but you're too strong to admit that you lost part of yourself that day and i did too and im too weak to try to tell you you’ve changed and perhaps it has nothing to do with me but you haven’t been the same since that day when i unlocked the cell of my old friend and decided to let it run wild again and i turned the stones into the deepest shade of maroon and watched what was left of myself drain down my thighs staining the flesh of nature and driving a wedge between me and the world i always thought it would be fun to be an astronaut but now there’s no need i’ve been miles away from this place since that day when the sky turned the color of the bags under my eyes and you became the thing that i can’t seem to shed from my thoughts it’s the morning and i’m waking up and look in the mirror and see what you said mattered for so long what you say matters but i know you don’t know you haven’t seen my soul you haven’t gone on a deep sea dive through the matter of my body if you had you’d only find the pills and potions that have kept me breathing even when i tried to make it stop and today is an anniversary celebrating the year i have lived this lie and still haven’t found the secret to being happy