i see the light
just out of reach,
out of touch.

the slow fade
from that life
grows ever more
each day.

yet,
there still is
that slow burn
that She yearns for,
that She craves.

Her voice sprouts
in the back of my head,
filled with hate.

Her ever vile laugh
filled with such sin,
such guile.

my mind blocked
by the burn
of Her ire.

i’m sorry,
i failed to stay happy
like you strived to do.

i still trust Her lies,
i still fear the pain,
i still hear that flame.

my serrated anxiety
dictated by Her
warped reality.

She’s still in my head.

bought on the winter days in southern hemisphere
died on the hottest day in northern hemisphere

summer arriving on the southern side of the globe
is your venus flytraps still alive?

is it okay
if I steal your face

make a living
I'll give it back someday

is it okay
to pretend

it's wrong
I know

can we talk for a small second
can you be quiet
don't ask questions

can I steal your face
I'll keep it
wear it when I see them
they're gonna love me

it's in my hands now
I'll never take it off

i used hate the way i would be awake at four in the morning.
i remember the way everything used to feel so haunting and scary.
there were no words to describe how deep inside my mind i would sink into,
scared and afraid of no return.

but now,
oh now,
i love it.
i fell in love with the quiet.
there was no more worry or fear.

I live in a nation called America,
and, today, I am human.

I guess I'll go make a cup of tea
Because sometimes it feels like
You have time for all of them, but not for me