she turns into earthquakes
cannot be changed
shall not even try
she is calm
like the traffic at 5 am
on a sunday morning
mind that runs in infinite circles
thoughts tangled and knotted
big drunken words that sound like promises
the paradox of too much and nothing at all
she tells all her secrets with a smile
murders the meaning with truths told
mixed with white lies
fools only listen to what is left unsaid
remember what they say about blind eyes seeing the best

it rains and rains
as you momenteraly come to
senses of sorts
it isn't anything but fitting
for there never was anyone else i knew
to be bigger on the dramatics
i wonder what kind of freedom
such indifference brings
do you ever stop to wonder
how you do not know your own flesh and blood
the way you make soulmates with bottoms of the bottles
does it burn your insides better
than the tiny hand of tattoos
where is the irony of only ever excisting
on top of your heart
i will no longer be the one for you to call
i do not want the crown
if the kingdom was only built
for liquids secrets and sadness

not another half
waiting to be whole
not here for you to be saved
if these glitches and tales
with too many details
fail to fall under the area of
your expertise
do not blame me for cutting any ties
if you have gifted me with the scissors
i am under no obligation to be understood
nor do i need your permission
to be a different person from who i was
five minutes ago