On this rowdy night I’ve decided not to succumb into The belly of my monstrous feelings.
I’ve decided not to let go of all that’s real All that’s what at the basis Of my loathing For your flawless diction.
You’re perfect. You’re perfectly perfect in your demurely Stigmatic allure.
Why is it so?
On this long and windy night I’ve fought the urge To run into the arms of a bottomless pit.
Who wants to jump off a cliff, anyway?
We are not race horses, straddled in fear Sweating with desire to cross the finish line Sweating with a pain to finally breath.
I am who I am, And what’s going to be is probably Going to be.
I am a dreadful mess, A creative outlet for your inhibitions. I’m a loud, piercing shriek In a sea of muddled screams.
On this lonely, warm night – When my keys can’t find the way to your door I’ll wander outside your steps I’ll dig in your backyard, I’ll bring down your proud trees.
On this night of all nights I will make my piece about us And the peace will finally travel The shrinking space between my exhales And your silence.