you got this rattle in your chest
like the timing belt in your heart's been limping towards death since birth
it always hurt to listen to
so here
here's the message at the bottom of the bottle
you spend so many nights studying
as if perhaps
you might actually remember what it read when the sun assaults your head come morning
here's what you been begging every fair-haired eve to whimper
as you slip her a dose of your hand-crafted love-sludge on her boyfriend's couch
this is the truth i learned about you seven years ago
while you spilled your guts on my favorite boots
you really were cute
all campfire-light and anguish as you visably contemplated introducing your hand to my chest
you're different
not just from me
but from everyone you meet in every pub on any street
and for some reason
you seem to think that means that they don't see you
they see you
you're scared
not of dissappointing onlookers
but of disappointing yourself in some manner you can't help
so you help yourself to whatever opportunity you can find
to exhibit boisterously the ******* you think they see you as
you're too smart to be so stupid
and you're hurt
i get it
i've heard your monsters howling through your head
everytime you ever used my bed to rest it
but that's not an excuse to pull the dumb **** that you do
that's not a reason to abandon whatever sense of self-worth you once grasped
oh
handsome boy
the wounds of your past are not handicaps
no
pain catalysts enlightenment
and i meant to tell you that night
'long the river in the fire light
that you're going to be alright
that you'll survive
so long as you give up the act that you're the only one who's ever felt like that
hurt just proves you've still got feeling
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
you got this rattle in your chest
like the timing belt in your heart's been limping towards death since birth
it always hurt to listen to
so here
here's the message at the bottom of the bottle
you spend so many nights studying
as if perhaps
you might actually remember what it read when the sun assaults your head come morning
here's what you been begging every fair-haired eve to whimper
as you slip her a dose of your hand-crafted love-sludge on her boyfriend's couch
this is the truth i learned about you seven years ago
while you spilled your guts on my favorite boots
you really were cute
all campfire-light and anguish as you visably contemplated introducing your hand to my chest
you're different
not just from me
but from everyone you meet in every pub on any street
and for some reason
you seem to think that means that they don't see you
they see you
you're scared
not of dissappointing onlookers
but of disappointing yourself in some manner you can't help
so you help yourself to whatever opportunity you can find
to exhibit boisterously the ******* you think they see you as
you're too smart to be so stupid
and you're hurt
i get it
i've heard your monsters howling through your head
everytime you ever used my bed to rest it
but that's not an excuse to pull the dumb **** that you do
that's not a reason to abandon whatever sense of self-worth you once grasped
oh
handsome boy
the wounds of your past are not handicaps
no
pain catalysts enlightenment
and i meant to tell you that night
'long the river in the fire light
that you're going to be alright
that you'll survive
so long as you give up the act that you're the only one who's ever felt like that
hurt just proves you've still got feeling
**** happens. every day. all over the world. that's life. don't wear the **** that's been thrown at you like some ****** up little "i'm sad" badge. take that **** for everything it has, take what you need from it, and let it go. shit's just soul compost.
