Legs pressed tight, so you have to pry
Mouth too wet between my thighs
Heart sunken in, so I no longer try
Throat holds back a wailing cry
Eyes terrifyingly meet with mine
Memories tattoo to my now messed up mind

The devil is inside us
First he crawls in our brains;
swims in our veins
Hides in the inner workings of your soul
Comes out to play at the times where
He smells the weakness of another pouring out of their skin
The scariest part about him isn’t the plan of attack
No
It’s how you never know when you’re dealing with him
He disguises himself as God
His goodness radiates from your pores letting the naive population
Become your personal disciples
Then it’s too late.
He has you in his fiery fists
But you don’t know that you’re burning until you’re crumbling out of his hands
Into a mound of black dust at his feet
Is it he who’s the devil?
Or is it me?

isolation
just me in my own world
creating perfectly impossible scenarios
it’s not loneliness
it’s getting lost in my own mind
and getting tangled in the beautiful mess that makes up who i am
my brain transforms into a galaxy of swirling blue and purple with the brightest moments shining like stars
i remove myself from reality and let my spirit drift off into the ideal universe i have created
that wonderful boy stares into my face so intensely i feel like it’s melting
our hands are intertwined
he draws me closer until there is no space between the two of us and we are breathing the same air
our chests rise and fall in unison
it’s as if our bodies are one like a cell and we never want to split
and our love is like the mitochondria because it’s power keeps us living and living on and on and…
isolation
i remove myself from the deepest parts of my mind and become familiar with my normal surroundings
reality doesn’t ****, but this perfect world i have created inside my mind makes me feel free from the polluted minds of people in this society
so i isolate
isolate myself from fake friends who hide behind a mask of smiles and empty conversations and only remove it when my back is turned so they can see where to shove the knife
isolate myself from the boy who i’m madly in love with, but had broken me because “it wasn’t me it was him” and now i’m just another passing face in the hallway
isolate myself from the men who now see me as fresh meat and my personality and interests and who i am are just the appetizer and all they want is to peel off the wrapper and devour the main course just to throw away the leftovers
sometimes i just need to escape
I’m not lonely I’m a dreamer
and to dream you need
isolation