Flimsy, buoyant. I am a pool noodle
by @lyss-gia
The cloud are reflecting off my computer screen
Moving at a rapid pace
They have somewhere to be
They have to move on
Fading into my shadow
They’re like daggers
My head is like daggers
And my smile is like a rifle
Loops one more time
Just picking the achy strings
I think he’s exhausted
Really just fucking tired
And the way he sings
Just wants to speak
And pour all of his heart
Thoughts
Emotions
Pain
Pain
Pain
These pitches, John, they aren’t real
They aren’t right
You aren’t right
I’m listening to this for you
Because last night was the night I took your life
I was tired too
I was tired and used your insecurities
As an excuse
To blow you off
Bryce come back please
I love you
I CAN’T SEE WHAT I’m typing anymore
It’s waterwashed
I love you I love you
I lov you please
Please trust me
My tears are ocean currents
My calves are the sand
Pull me to La Jolla please now
Hold my hand Bryce
You’ll be unconscience in 5 minutes
Fiberglass isn’t all that dependable
Fiberglass will float on
You’re heart is lead
Let it sink
Hold my hand
Let it sink
They’ll find our bodies
Eaten decayed by algae
You look just as fine with your
Skin pruned and ribcage exposed
I would kiss you all the same with your
Toes consumed by fishes
4 times over John
4 times you don’t sound anymore like an answer