i wander into the bathroom
and flush myself down the toilette.
i walk out
and i am flushed.

nothing has changed
it is a room still for rent.

my minds always crooked
my spoons always bent.

an infinite distance winked at me
and i skull-****** it instantly.

if i had liquid skin
id be drowning in
what im already drowning in.

ears pop, boys laugh
you look nice in pink
look nice in my head, in the sky, in
the pool
im a ****** and you know,
you know and we talk about
***. we talk about making
war
which is funny because i still can't walk

look at me,
all day
never blink, thinking about
me
how nice do i look in pink? in your head, in the
pool. in the sky.
im just a kid and you know
you pick me up by my neck and pin me against the wall and i laugh because you don't know that i still do not know how to walk

the gold flecks in her eyes
are so much like fire,

he doesn't remember what it felt like
to have my icy fingers on his spine.

the gold flecks in her eyes
burn so ******* bright,

he is forever blinded
to all displays of my affection.

my ice, my burning charcoal eyes,
my dark, dark, dark.

i needed his light,
i needed his warmth to melt my walls.

but he needed another fire,
to burn like hell,

and feel like heaven.
what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

and what he doesn't see is not there.

the possibility of you,
of slipping bodies spilling truths

still drives
me wild.

listen,

for i've been touched
by moonlight.