In the desert
I saw a creature, unclothed, *******,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And devoured it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But it is ok,
Because it is bitter, and because it is my heart.”

Thought you could come up in my grill and ignite me, start beef
Well imma cook you through and through until it ruins your week
Because you're a waste of space and meat to me, honestly
I'd rather pull my teeth out with pliers and then slit all my arteries

The ****t that spills out from your mouth, no doubt
That people would rather meet the Father than live in your drought
Not sure which is worse, your words or Beck's bottled beer
When it comes to drying out my love of good things its unclear

Just for the record that ****t is liquid Vegemite
And it'll blow your a$$hol3 open like a six pack of dynamite
I'll stick by the bottles of ***** and my shots of tequila
Then whatever the f**k you call those bars, like
Terminator over being weird!

I tried swallowing
The disappointment
With sleeping pills,
But God, how could I not choke
When every single one of them
Reminded me of you?

How many times can you be let down
By the same person
Until all there's left to do is
Go up?

you make
red feather cardinals sing sweet lullabies
and tiger lilies bloom a cool spring morning

you make
grey wolves serenade a lonely Alaskan night
and wild horses thunder with renewed
vigor.

you make
long limb ballerinas pirouette on glossy marble floors
and sweet yellow fairies dance in the moonlight.

you make
the heart of my sweet beat (thud thud thud)
under a sugar kiss hypnosis.

so why do i even bother?

i dedicate my time
on your blog and social media
you dedicate yours on writing
about your soul mate;
the one who got away

(and of course, i'm a pouting mess
but i still read them nonetheless)

a bitter and cold journey
for the daily dose of coffee
of a girl who’s silently
screaming ‘save me’