I don't understand why I shake,
I don't understand why we are the same
and yet you suffer so.
Do I cry? Is it because I am
helpless to help less?

I understand rage, quick and passionate
but this anger in my veins,
something that never fades
or dissipates with a punch
   It does not give me strength
   It makes me brittle, and makes me
   seem little.

i don't know why i bought them
i just did
like my brother and sister i set it alight
ablaze, like my lungs, and i try
i try so hard to be like them
and yet everything i do in life sets us apart
they are so alike, the trio, the children,
they are so alike, and yet i am exiled.
Perhaps it is age, and perhaps it is the boy
Perhaps it is because he blew me away
out of his life, just like the smoke
and now only the smoke comforts me
and the heat keeps me warm
for nobody could

the morning star i see glistening in
trapped condensation between loose panes,
glimpsed through a sliver of lace,
is no angel falling over
london city,
just an aeroplane, and the silence of
people kicking and screaming
their way home from dreamier locations,
lisbon, or somewhere
the sun is already awake. they too are
weighted with clouds, pillows pressed across their faces.
in space, all our eyelids are
feather light, we breathe comets,
my lunar skull suspended
between this world and the eternal
dawn. this is how i fall asleep.