Truth makes me weary inside
Troubled, lonely and cautious
Do I trust their muffled mumbles?
Let the syllables make a home atop my body?
And create a whole new me
Within a newfound story
Nothing stands taller than the truth
Planting its roots so perfectly
Upon my right arm
O, I quiver
Sing the words,
Trouble me with desire
Let me sink into a tainted reality
A tainted mind,
With your worrisome tongue
You capture my innocence,
My emotions spill roughly
Along the steps leading nowhere

Maybe we are poets
Maybe we are doomed
Maybe we are determined
Maybe you're my muse
Maybe I'm a dancer
Maybe I'm a lover
Maybe this is more
Maybe this is less
Maybe I was meant to hold your hand
Maybe I'm just dead
Maybe we kissed
Maybe we messed up
Maybe this is something
Maybe I'm sick in the head
Maybe I'm in love
Maybe I'm confused
Maybe I'm just searching
Maybe I've been lost
Maybe I found comfort
Maybe I did not
Maybe we're meant to love
Maybe we're meant to break
Maybe this will make sense
Maybe I'll never know
Maybe it'll be okay

How can you love
With hate in your heart,
Anger in your head,
Disappointment in your eyes?

How can you love
With never feeling love itself,
Never understanding the concept,
Never touching it?

How can you love
Someone who doesn't love you back,
Someone who loves too much,
Someone just like you ?

How can anyone love your
Cockiness,
Inability to care,
Desire to be in control?

How can you love
Without loving yourself ?

I long for...
You.
The inevitable, intangible
You.

The one
I cannot touch,
The one
I do not know...

You exist only in my mind.

But out of the trillions of men
Existent in the world...
My idea of perfection

Is...

In  all actuality...

A reality.

Right?

I drink and I drown
lose myself to my friend
who pretends to be Aphrodite
I indulge him
let him merry go round
my body without sober hands
pulling me like a kraken
till air is the separation between coherent thought
and consent
You are sleeping
in another town
Never dreaming
even of me
(we aren't together)
So i sleep with a friend
who doesn't want to be alone
who feels like a crop circle gone wrong
fooled by their own conspiracies
and i make myself small
hoping secrets sink like
Anchors