Its like I'm trapped underwater, desperate to surface for air.
I've got cinder blocks tied to my feet.
Frantic hands in search of your comfort but you're not there.
I want to scream for you but I know you won't be able to hear.
I'm seconds away from letting the depths swallow me, but I refuse to accept the end is near.
I know sometimes we both feel like were drowning when life gets to be too much.
Somehow we always seem to come to the surface eventually.
So don't leave please just stay the night.
Its cold underneath my sheets without you by my side.
Just stay with me please because I don't feel like drowning tonight.

He's bored easily

On christian singles mingling
Eating cheerios and giggling

Then cutting beef jerky
With a miniature guillotine

While asking silly questions

Courting dumb chicks
That cry to the sky and ****

It was kind of
His addiction

Kind of
A **** move
He's kinda
A *******

Oh but he's an artist ...
He's modest ..
He's celibate .

And they fall for it
Every time

And it is ridic-u-lous

How these *******
Try to break his ****
And they do

Cuz he wants em to

But once they get it
They're through

Damaged
And blue

Soft fruit

Ruined

There I stood
In a long hallway
Stretching thinly
To a lit point

Lined with doors
Opening as they closed

Its prisms transposing
Euphoria as it shone

Lifting my chest
It dragged me breathless
Down its stretches

As I was reflected
In my own projections
Of sentients

Until innocence
Was all there is

And that is
Where thoughtless
Narrative lives

Where languidly it gives
Wordlessness meaning

And that is
Where fraughtless
Intentions can win

Acting replacing thinking

Incentive in Zen
Awaking and thinking again

Was is and gonna be
Everything I believe
Even while deceived
In sets of themes

Numeric categories
And the tragic stories
Of grander things

Things of grandeurous dreams
That I wring out in the sink
While winking
The well wishes away
In splashes
Of graying
Paint

My hate
Is displayed
In the mourning
Of Mondays

And with relatable monotony
And some mundane

Everything goes back to the same

Or at least
That's the philosophy

i don't want to to easy
and i don't want to be hard.
i just wanna be soft but firm
like your mattress.
i wanna help you get a good night's rest.
i wanna look my best
when you're around.
i wanna count sheep with you.
and hold you
when you shake.
when you ache for one my joint,
my joints will keep you high
and lifted.
i wont let you fall.
i know it hurts
when they push you down
to the ground,
smear skin to pavement,
so here,
let me be your armor.
i promise i wont cry
when they tear me up,
but i need you
to keep us together.
whatever happens.
i fell for you
harder
than how the rain fell for the grass
and i
will probably fall
face flat
against your chest because
your heartbeat
is the only thing i know how to fall
asleep to.

Sometimes I just want to
Jump
Out the window.
Not to **** myself
Never that
I just want the rush
And I want to escape this place.

I look at you and I see perfection.
that kind face
and kind words.
So many people love you,
and I've fallen in love.
But perhaps, not with you.
The you I see behind your eyes.
I look and see pain
Inside those perfect,
happy eyes
I see sadness
and memories you've tried to forget.
Underneath your tan skin
I see the quick ripples
of what's underneath
I see what beats true in your heart,
I see the monster you hold within.
All your sins
and demons,
I see them all.
And I love them.