i am a tile of the carpet on the soil
nothing matches quite right
not stuck in any in between
either good of bad.
very bad.
nothing makes sense.
forever lost in my own mind
the universe that consists within my skull
holds me in like the rich wine into crates, all they know
everything is wrong
i don’t know how to handle it
my arms don’t seem the same
they can’t lift you up like they’re supposed to
you’re all i desire
i couldn’t ask for more
but right now i couldn’t feel like less
you raised me up then dropped me from the cliff
my heart is pounding so hard i wish i could pull myself apart rib by rib
toss them on the old tile
then i could embody the way it should be
******* in the worst way
then leave you
lost and insecure
then we could feel the same
i can’t find my way home to who i am
i can’t find who i used to be
she left a long time ago
she isn’t existent
all there is left is broken shells waiting to shatter for whoever is willing to pickup the delicate remains
cracking at every touch
i thought i could save you
but i can’t even save myself
i wish i could be better, for you
you are so good
so so so good
i am so bad
so so so bad
but i wish i could be good,for you