Maybe I’m just a bad game
Something to point and laugh at
And somehow still get played
The controls **** and the graphics aren’t great
But you spent your money on me anyway
So you’re excited the first day
Until you sit down and actually try me out
Then you get sick of me
And just throw me away

I think too much and
If I drank at all
I’d drink too much

I cry too much
And I lie too much
Sadly wishing I’d die too much

I love too much and
I hate too much
Wishing you would stay….


Too much

they say i’m worth it
and to just quit being sad
but if they missed you like i do

never mind you can’t do that

they see a good person
one who’s nice
and sweet
but i need a mirror
to see what they see

never mind you can’t do that

they tell me they’re proud
and that i’ve come a long way
when in reality
i haven’t done much of a thing
so if there’s someone out there to help
i need you to prove

you can do that

While you’re here
while I’m here
while we’re talking
while we aren’t
while we hug
and I nearly fall asleep
you get lost
in activity with others
tell me a story
and I’ll always pay attention
so don’t mind if the eyes glaze over

I’m just entrenched
And enthralled
I guess the point to this,
The point to it all

Is that minus those hugs
and the reasons
I’ll inevitably drum up
to mess with either of our arms

Or trace my scars again
The Beatle comes out in me
And I just Wanna Hold Your Hand
Minus all of these things
Even as I write this

I’m always *******

Missing you

She’s erudite
And mellifluous
While I’m foible-filled
And moribund

She is everything I try to be