you got this rattle in your chest like the timing belt in your heart's been limping towards death since birth
it always hurt to listen to
so here here's the message at the bottom of the bottle you spend so many nights studying as if perhaps you might actually remember what it read when the sun assaults your head come morning
here's what you been begging every fair-haired eve to whimper as you slip her a dose of your hand-crafted love-sludge on her boyfriend's couch
this is the truth i learned about you seven years ago while you spilled your guts on my favorite boots you really were cute all campfire-light and anguish as you visably contemplated introducing your hand to my chest
you're different not just from me but from everyone you meet in every pub on any street and for some reason you seem to think that means that they don't see you
they see you
you're scared not of dissappointing onlookers but of disappointing yourself in some manner you can't help so you help yourself to whatever opportunity you can find to exhibit boisterously the ******* you think they see you as
you're too smart to be so stupid
and you're hurt i get it i've heard your monsters howling through your head everytime you ever used my bed to rest it but that's not an excuse to pull the dumb **** that you do that's not a reason to abandon whatever sense of self-worth you once grasped
oh handsome boy the wounds of your past are not handicaps no pain catalysts enlightenment
and i meant to tell you that night 'long the river in the fire light that you're going to be alright that you'll survive so long as you give up the act that you're the only one who's ever felt like that
hurt just proves you've still got feeling
**** happens. every day. all over the world. that's life. don't wear the **** that's been thrown at you like some ****** up little "i'm sad" badge. take that **** for everything it has, take what you need from it, and let it go. ****'s just soul compost.