I don’t blame you for the feeling of my heart disintegrating in my gut
Nor for the absence of my warmth
I don’t even blame you for my cynical nature
I just wish you gave me a door
so I could escape such an empty room you left me in

Blue eyes blue
Black on blonde
Kiss it better

We’ve come so far and I plan on going that a’ way
I got scars on my knees
So, please
Kiss ‘em better for me

Let the night run wild
The vertical lights on the road be our only navigation and when my hands get weary and cracked
Won’t you kiss them better

I am a demon
I am my wicked thoughts

An anarchist to everything
Pure, simple and true.

I clean my teeth with your despair
destroy your dreams with one simple laugh
I can twist your words like curls around a finger

and yet
I am my own demon picking at my own voices
hoping they would crack and bleed
just another ant on the surface or a zero in binary code
craving to be something honest
maybe even simple
up high on the mountains with delicate, glass bones
I want to cause celebration from my own destruction.

This show ain't my own anymore,
I've got to pack up and peel myself
Away from the light,
Burn into the darkness,
Become a cinder in the night.

I want to kiss you
Soft and open, hungry for your mouth
I want to feel the sensitive flesh pressed to mine
Before the tips of our tongues touch
Oh, this embrace can last forever
You can hold onto my face forever
Let soft face scruff brush against smooth skin
Then let those lips of ours break free from each other
And become travellers, like us.

Bored, bored, bored.
Talking is an automatic loop,
two records play succinctly.

She will ask you how do you feel,
what has happened since last week.
Did you go out Saturday?
Did the torrent of anxiety swell up again?
Another face
Same question
My problems are common
And yes, there lies the rub.

I don't like people
I won't **** you, you just confuse me.
Conversations have a formula and I've learnt it well.
One person says something and you respond,
A nod okay
A verbal response, great
More than one sentence, ah yes, a true natural flow.
Easy,
No, no
It's not, it involves effort
A calmed mind
And a skip of the heart.

Every night
Every smile you inflict me with
Takes another part of my heart
And everyday
Starts the same
I wake up dazed and aching
A numbed hurt and a little insane
Feeling a burn in my feet and a hole where my heart was
I stumble out and find myself following you
To the edges of the earth
Running to you
While you barely recognise
That I'm someone
Just in your rear view