show me your mortality
it doesn't rule my life.
i know you say the same
but it's those moments you look out between your eyelashes that tell me the most.

you didn't offend me.
it offends me more when you only want my friendship for the hardships.
you make me feel like i'm only worthy of my bad experiences.
being a good friend means being there for more than just the bad times.
don't feel like you have to help me through anything,
i've already done just fine.

You make my hands cold, full of soft eyes and hooded thoughts.
Late nights spent between sleep and slumber,
dreams and lies, fantasies and nightmares.
The labyrinth limbo, that nexus that lets you dare to picture what you don't dare to think when your eyes are fully open.

My hands trace my lips, my hips, these slits
in the drywall, feeling for more motion.
Feed me to a full frenzy, I don't want anything from you that I can't give myself.
There is a bible on my nightstand, but it's full of my own truths and holy testimonies.