The car will edge past the truck maybe
and maybe we'll survive this message
playing on repeat, apologies like daft lilies
and then you go ahead and tell me that you've never
learnt from your mistakes, or my mistakes.
That mistakes are only bad unless you change the order
of analogy. This experiment has been contaminated.
Now a fresh batch. Trust me, there's a point to this.
I'm counting back from a hundred and two
and you've got me standing in the middle of the highway,
blindfolded; this is what loving you felt like,
you said. But I think it was more dramatic in my head.
Nuclear fission and the seige of Dresden dressed
up playing Adagio in D minor; I'm dust. I'm dust.
I've become ash and misery and I'm trying to stay inside you
but you've been coughing a lot, and who's to say
you were holding your breath for something exciting,
I just know for a fact that at the end of this beep,
you'll know what to do and yet
you're not going to leave another message.

Someone's at the door, he wants to know me
I am lonely as a thousand dark winters
and because of the deep blue of you,
the wrecked sea of you and me
and much to my chagrin
I will not let him in.

Set ablaze the blood in my veins
I'll turn your roses red
Passion anger and lust
We burn upon the son of dawns hands
Sin and ***
The morning star calls us away
Beads of sweat
I'll bite from your neck
Silk skin rather angelic
Tainted by carnal desire
The serpent brings temptation
Red
Red
Red

I'm so *******
scared
that my future
will mimic my past
that it's become very hard to move on.
letting go
means
letting the world into me again

last time it teased me.
filled me up with bubbles
only to later suggest
that i quickly bring myself
back down to Earth.

I'm so afraid
that moving on
means
becoming vulnerable again.
I've been so scared to do so
that i rarely see the light in any eyes
any
more.
only when i sleep
do i get to see a second-hand version.

i miss me, sometimes.
i wish could blame you for that.
but the rest of me should have either gone with you
    or never given you a part of me to take
in the first place

Let me post a selfie
how's my hair
makeup
angle
filter
how do I look
did I get likes yet?
Let me post a status
one about how much I love my besties
another on how I learned a new lesson
now here's a photo of my breakfast
I have to comment
like
poke
post new updates
every day
becuase that's just what you do nowadays,
that's just how it goes
because we're all so afraid
if we don't keep posting
if we don't get those likes
and invites
and pokes
and fill up our messages
and notifications,
that we're going to be forgotten.
That if we don't solidify our presence
on social media
then we don't have a presence at all.
We spend so much time
trying to make other people
think we exist,
that we never end up existing at all,
not really.
We don't need all these people
and confirmations
to tell us we exist.
we already do.
If only it weren't so easy to forget that.