I met a girl that had eyes so wide,
they were a place for demons to hide.
They filled her with lies, self doubt, and different hair dyes,

trying to defend her heart, with a corrupt shield, thinking,
that maybe she could yield,
some form of defence.

But instead it swallowed her whole.

With no place to go and no place to feel herself,
she surrendered at the edge of a blade

until that last drop fell, and she smiled.

Sylvia and Vincent
Won't you come visit
me in the night
He'll paint and she'll write

Tulips and sunflowers
I am counting down the hours
Till I meet you
But you are hard to get to.

She put her head in the oven,
he put his in his hands
but you're not so different,
Sylvia and Vincent.

Her pen races, his brushstroke
how did they know
what to say, what to paint
Did it come from their pain?

And you may never see the reward,
the effect on the world
of your gripping emotion
and how it made time frozen

But this comparison is nonsense
only two creatives plagued by madness
and so, like them, I hope for acceptance
from a world that barely notices.

farewell to the places
we've all been
and all the faces
we've seen
a hundred times
but never stopped to memorize
I know
it can't be captured
like you saw it
and that's why
it was all gone
in the moment
but I know
every little crack in your palm
even if it's for the best
I still don't get
why you had to stay behind
while I moved on.

the blue jays built a nest
in your backyard
but you have yet
to make a name for yourself
anywhere we've gone
they say never change,
well, you and I are bound to
it's just in our nature
and if this world doesn't
follow along, I have to tell you,
I don't want to stay here.

we went to your attic,
hiding in a corner
without flashlights
pretended we were magic.
and you were smoking something
I didn't recognize
why set your lungs on fire?
why use a cigarette lighter
when you can torch the world instead?
but then I just remember
how we ended up here
and try to keep my head.

they said never leave
but I guess we're going to have to
you know we don't have a choice
we have to leave the way we are
that's how they'll remember us
I know it's home but I only liked it
because you were always there,
and if you're leaving, darling,
all I've got to say is
I don't want to stay here.

clear in the light from the sides of your shadows,
throwing your hammer down.
get me closer and closer
til I'm just where you want me
I'm pieces of photographs and reflections of portraits
capturing your movements on the pavement
I don't know what makes you think I'm in the dark
I'm no more mechanical than you are
I'm struck by the way our two separate ways meet
just hit me with the truth already
(I won't give you mine yet)

i cut a hole in my pocket -
my mother told me
"that’s how
you lose things”
maybe i should have
cut a hole in my head
but if i tried to lose you
i’d lose my mind instead

He gave me his
jacket
and it smelled like
him and smoke
and I knew why
but I wore it anyway.

The day he
disappeared
it was cold outside so
I wore his jacket
and
wiped my nose on the sleeves.

We got the call from the
psych ward
three days later and I couldn't
see him
or
hold him
so I buried my face in his jacket
even though it smelled like smoke
and I knew why.

I kept it
stuffed in the corner between
the wall and my bed
so on the nights when I
missed him too much to sleep
I could wrap myself in it
even though
it didn't smell like him anymore.

When he came back
a month later
and I saw him in
a crowded hallway
he looked at me and
smiled
when he noticed I was wearing
his jacket
and he
hugged me
so it smelled like him again.

I still
wear his jacket
when I can't sleep at night.