My swing
        tire swing
Island of joy in a melting land

Swing, swing
        my tire swing
Carry all away from this wasted land

My swing
        I tire, swing
My only refuge, barren land

I've lost direction
Moss on both sides of the trees
I plead the way home

Have I become her?
that untouchable sultry lady
whose dress flows in the wind
wisps of blue that match the
color of the sun in her hair.

Flyaways are held in place
a sprayed on gentle hold,
if you stand closer maybe you'll
breathe in the scent of Dior,
or a knockoff, it's your call.
Not to mention, the taste of
ash on my lips and kiss.

But she and I, we're, oh, so different.
She is always
unsure
insecure
lost.
And I've found myself
and I'd never try to be cute
and with you.
I respect myself too much.

This is misplaced guilt
watching you spiral,
I have to remind myself
it's not my fault.

I can't bring myself
to care the same again,
We were never meant
to last as long as we did.

Self destruction is
all too familiar.
I wouldn't wish it on anybody,
it's not your fault.

I'll always wish you
the best happiness.
You know a girl like me,
I was never meant to be  yours.

How these tables have turned,
there's somebody that will
Be there like you once were.
But I won't be at fault.

I choose to follow my
heart to bliss,
Nothing will stop me
from this.

I hate to say it,
but I hope you can
Follow your chest.
You know you've got it
For a reason.

I am disappointed by the mirror.
It says everything is fine.
It says don’t worry.
Everything is fine.

But I can see it.
Unfocused it shows.
It’s there, hidden in the depths of
These dark pools surrounded by
Bright green rivers that are stirred,
Tormented by life.

I can see it there,
This ******* mirror
It’s so facetious,
Everything is fine.
Telling fascinating lies.

I wonder what would happen
If it cracks.
Would the rivers freeze
Could I stand the shards
Piercing out and full of truth.
Would everything be fine then

I want to collide with this
****** up manifestation.
I want it to shatter and prove
If everything is fine.
If it weren’t so terrifying
I would.

Driving East
Sun setting at my back
Lyrics pushing at my ears
with a chill in the air
I think of home.
Sometimes I feel lost, but I know
exactly where I am
It always feels wrong when
the sun sets to my back
And I'm going the other way.