Fumbling hands reflect inside of a cracked mirror,
Disfigured picture dipped in a mosaic of color.
Can you see me? Do you hear me, feel me?
Are these prosaic feelings not enough to be unreeling?
Because I can feel my skin cut itself into ribbons and
My muscles unwind from my bones when this sadness is persistent.
I've dissolved inside of your stomach acid that you turn, precise, with
Different fractions of love, guilt, and hatred. I know escape sounds nice,
And it comes in a multitude of shapes and sizes; sweet pills coated with bitter reality
Or a hand, that stings, to hold for eternity. Don't you turn away from me,
A million different cheeks, I'm filled with certainty when the real you speaks.
So, ditch the fancy speech and scare tactics, I know it angers you that I can see past it
Like I can forgive cracked ribs and hand you cups of love, still filling to the brim.
Sure, the future looks grim but avert the direction of your eyes an inch
And you'll see all the beauty you have missed. I'm just searching for my head,
It's hard to find when you beat me down each night and leave me for dead.
I've tried and I've tried and I can't try hard enough, but this is all I've got
So forgive me if I've lost to the demons you fed, despite the signs
I'm suffering from starvation and all you've given me is death that I find inside my eyes.
I don't want to keep exchanging angels when from yourself you ripped your halo
And traded it with the devil for ****.
I just wish that you were mine and could give life a solid try,
But my words roll off your back like the nights I spend crying,
Endlessly searching for how to make things right.