The girl who sang
Toppins' a bag
And dreamed of white and cream
Clothes and sheets
And vows wrapped in silver linings
Blank white pages
With endless capacity
For love
And whispered dreams through the cracks of finger tips
Then stretch them up to the open arms of dying trees

She called you to know
she asked, Do you ever grow
Out of resenting your very own skin and bones
Every atom
And I am
So alone
When you don't call
Slipping out on a warm night
I can never tell
What sets you off
Vibrates your bones
Like you do in the pit of my stomach
Electric fingers and eyes shone
They had never known
What it is like
For a heart to ignite
In hands of lighter fluid

From the open
To the close
Of steel lid eyes
It doesn't feel right
From the departure
The splitting of the seas
Of sheets
To the holy reuniting
Its all gray stuffing
From seam to seam
From floor to ceiling
Blank dry
Eyes still staring under lids
Collisions behind the curtains
Behind the scenes
A sweet obstruction
Our neglected eye lids

Sour apple brain
Velvet lids
Concrete lips
Hands that ***** their body
In vain or in shame
A body disconnected from A brain
Wanders looking for hosts
That never touch it the same
The brain wanders for hosts
That will regulate its deficits
Hosts that never spark it the same
Both glass to break
Both paper thin
Giving themselves up at the lips of flame
And the flame
The burning hands of a body
A body disconnected from a brain
All the same
Ready to burn ready to spark
Again and again

Honey settled in the cracks too deep
Favorite delusion
Soothe sayer
Baby
Tasting bitter sweet
Thicken and sicken

Rose I couldn't keep
Thorns in my gums with every trial
Every word I speak
The kiss ****** back up into my cheek
The little weights at my feet
Threads pulling up my lids
While yet, my mind is black
As ash

I can't look out of my window
Since you
I cant let myself notice
Everything is still moving forward
Too fast and far