It's like I'm
building a house
but I don't know I'm
made to live in trees
and I don't know
stairs are supposed to go up
so I just
spiral in place
with hammer and nails
in hand
and an open white wall
future in mind
trying my best
my absolute best
to ignore the leaves
growing from the vines
wrapped around
each and every vein

Honestly
I'd rather be stabbed once
than slowly burned to death
so look me in the eye
and **** me clean

My tongue is tripping
on your name
even though I've
spat it out
a million times
already