time to write a long poem i don't have it. i've buried my head in so many dark corners and the words are faun and fowl. i made my bed in her mind. who needs semblance when you have dust and pots and blackened paper. i like these tired eyes they make me pretty. good music and shots of adrenaline. it's all good here. a stream of thoughts that don't stem from the apparatus of my true honest brain. beautiful girls in my head. they dance and i do nothing. worst case scenario you leave forever. worst case scenario i forget about it all. very confused about the meaning of this song. i can't hold her up but i want to try. gotta hurt help everyone. promise those are words written on my thighs, they love for loving. want for nothing. words not my own, afraid to use them in a personal context because they're soaked and air-dried in the breath of another human brain. ouch. nothing more to say in these walls. her solicited words, i miss them selfishly. it's okay to miss the dark parts but don't let them handle you like rough calloused lumberjack hands on sore useless wood. i've been writing for a while now and my mind is circling the girl who was my poetry material. see my life drawls and grays when i'm not looking and i can't see it through the lens that i see her through. she's gone i guess i don't know entirely where i'm headed without all that purpose.