Like I have nothing to prove,
I lie and tell them I'm fine

I rub my collarbone
Subconsciously like
I have everything to prove

Thumb pad overlaps
Chipped and chewed nail,
I rub the protruding bone
Like a life source

My shorts hang nicely
Halfway up my belly
Without the support of a belt
That I made a new notch in
So my pants wouldn't hit the ground

My leg and feet bounce
In the way I'm carelessly impatient
To take chances that could ruin my life or maybe
Be the best thing to ever happen

I go through a pack
Almost everyday and my eyes,
They trace every part
Of this recycling maze
To form your distinctive face

These ribbons hold me tight
But I choose to ignore them
Because the you I knew
Wasn't ever so mean

And every reel of a past
That encircles with gold
Is played on loops because
It's bluer than the specks
In the minty aftertaste of
Things I worshiped with my nose

They are purer than
The white cotton that helped
Fight the things I
Could never imagine changing

They are easier to swallow
Than all the transparent and
Honey lavender that guzzled
Down my ungrateful throat

Easier to breathe than
The puffs of the earth's
Lavished mossy greens

But they make me want
To do all of this and so much more
But I lie to them,
I lie to myself,
Believe you wouldn't want that for me