Just drag me down
to the pit, I call home
Old sneakers and old secrets
***** socks and ***** girls

I can't help to stare at the sun
I want to know how to make shadows
Let my eyes drip out of my skull
I think I've seen enough

A common story for Boys
Brothers and husbands
Emotional   Blockage
Like an ingrown toenail
Bloodier every step, concealed by
A sock
Like a rock
On a pond, skips   far    far    away
from the sender  
To stink
             deep
                              deep
                             ­                      down
Join the other stones and sticks
Create a *******, ****
Toenails shred through socks,
Nails turn to razors, soon cutting up shoes,
saws will shred jeans, chainsaws through chests,
Then bullets through heads.

I'll lay down on my back
Hands up to the sky
Let the birds eat out my eyeballs
It was only a matter of time

I'm so scared of the future I prevent it from happening.

I don't want to meditate. I'm too scared of my brain

You fell asleep holding my hand so tight. I thought my knuckles bruised.
When I told you, all you said was
                                                              "W­ell of course"
And that's when I knew,
I could never leave you,
I have to be with you,
I'm done looking
and you'll never be alone again.

And the moth came out of her cocoon. She has no time to do what she wants. She will only do what she can. Then she will die because she has no mouth.

The world feels very different now
I see and hear clearer
Maybe its because I stopped watching
for the things about me
Because now you are my world
And I am yours

Can Scan: The first thing an introvert does at a house party

Sometimes you have to admit defeat

Its a war I can't win and the longer I fight
the more injured I become.
I feel weak
I'm fighting myself
when no one said I had to.

I can't **** the fly, what if its someone I know

To be an artist in a house made of windows

We'll fix the house
When the house falls down on us
                                      Trust us
We've built ourselves in iron
passing pieces down  
                                       Hand-me-down
Our livelihood organic
Our upbringing romantic
Our emotions static
                                       Traumatic

Wake up tired and go to sleep hungry
Dream about food and the days I was younger
Because that's all I've ever wanted
Was to stay in that place
Where my mom wasn't so tired
and my house wasn't so haunted

A token of my affection
I love the things you say to me
When I look at the Peter Pan kiss
Across my collarbone
I hear your voice and feel small euphoria
I daydream of our home
We wear each other's clothes
Laced with love
Threads thin and worn
Like the chain across my neck

Now I am alone
A throat hoarse from yelling
The air is pulsing
The room buzzes with energy
From an electric current snapped

The world hurts.
melt it away like the lining of my throat
each sober breath feels like a fresh wound
a layer of skin pull back, not bleeding but it stings
Beat down my senses for a flat path to walk

The whole world is made of you
When the sky looks like your shirt
It's like the earth is laying on your chest
The pulse of the universe your heartbeat
and the drone of massive planets your breath
Every inhale is the galaxy expanding
And exhale a star meeting its death
Just like the cosmos
You are terrifying and you are beautiful