I fall in love with everyone I know,
Head over heels by the second hello.
Because, when you like someone, there are two first impressions:
Hello, nice to meet you,
Get to know you,
Come to love you.
And hello, wow I like you.

It’s all in the hello.
Like,
Hello, I am broken.
I introduce my scars like I introduce myself.
Because you should know what you’re getting into,
Before you commit to hello.

And hello is a trap,
Because for me, my handicap,
Is the limitless love I have for everyone but myself.
It doesn’t take very long,
Once you let me in,
For me to find a way to love you.
For your flaws,
For your secrets,
For all the reasons you hate yourself.
Because I see the beauty in it,
And I see beauty in you.

I’ll give it away,
My love to you.
You can have it,
And me,
Every piece.
Because I don’t want any of it,
But I want it to do good.
So if I can give you even one shred of light,
It will be worth all my darkness.
For I feel everything,
And I fall in love with everyone I know,
Head over heels by the second hello.

Stop saying I am
Enough when it is clear to
Us both I am not

You ask me why I don’t talk to you,
You always ask me why I don’t trust you
You always ask me why I’m never around.
Why should I trust someone
Who always puts me down?
Why should I talk to someone
Who doesn’t care?
Why should I be around someone
Who never believed in me?
It’s your own fault for the relationship we have now,
You never cared about me
You never noticed the things I would do
You never saw how I vied for your attention
You ask me how I ended up like this
You ask me why I put myself down,
Do you not remember those words YOU spit at me?
Do you not remember YOU always discouraged me?
Do you not remember how YOU hurt me?
I’ve been told,
Since I’ve been young,
That I won’t be anything.
Don’t you think that sticks?
The words thrown at me,
For years,
“You can’t be creative”
“You won’t be anything great”
“Your dreams are unattainable”
“You’re hopeless”
These words might seem like nothing,
But they impacted me.
I have so little self-confidence,
That I won’t even TRY to be better.
I resigned myself to be nothing
To be a nobody,
To just fit in,
All because you couldn’t praise me,
You didn’t help
You didn’t ever say anything nice,
You just destroyed my dreams,
So my failure,
Is on you.

Awake in your bed, you scratch at your head.
You stir from the sheet, and now on your feet.
You walk to the dresser, you want to just test her.
Open the drawer, craving for more.
Pick up one shot, scared are you not?
Just one little pop, your body will drop.
It rests at your temple, a sigh as you tremble.
Click goes the gun, now having fun?
The feeling now faded, life was not traded.
The gun put away, you live another day.
Was all just a dream? What could this mean?

Is it fortune or fame?

No it’s not what she wants.

It’s the freak to whom you can talk.

She is me, and I am she.



Every move makes the sublime wind.

But, my baby’s at home,

And I walk away with pride.

I am not coming back for I made my mind.



They call it sin for I see it nothing but a win.

Every ****** takes me to a place I call home.

Every touch makes me want it even more.

So, see though this naked desire.

For it shed every cloth for the simple fire.



Fill me in with every drop

Take me away to another world.

Bring me down for I care for you not.

A million times before, I have it again.



I have the stuff that you want,

Look me deep in the eye

Another ***** tale you will bury.

For, there is nothing but the open sky.

What was it about omnipresence that appealed to me

so much that I destroyed myself -

one mountain at a time, one boundary at a time -

until the alarms stopped going off at breaches?

The magpies don't sing when they're sad, so what am I

when I laugh at myself for crying?

Who am I looking for when my pillows waft voiceless lullabies

from a bed half-empty? (half yours, half mine,

and I don't know which one's missing.)

What was it about hedonism that disgusted me

so much that my body rejected kindness -

every peace offering, every affectionate touch -

until it could no longer hold itself together?

Metaphors, like escaped prisoners, running for a life anywhere that isn't here,

anywhere that isn't me,

and I fold and break into myself

in muted, nondescript implosions.

Amy speaks to me sometimes,

reminds me of the losing game that I’m playing:

I’ve put in all my coins, gambled all I could call mine

and she shakes her head but keeps her silence.

There are no rules, she knows this

it’s all in or nothing,

and she watches me give everything.

I resurrect every ghost to make me bleed,

and tear open this skin for meaning,

but what is the value of hollowed bones and haunted dreams?

How many revolutions until your words lose your voice?

How many revolutions until the sun burns my hands away from your eyes

so you can finally see the light?

I lost the heart in a wager for yours

only to return with empty palms

and another phantom shackled in the mind

that patrols the lock-up, and the whip comes down

at every clink of ball-and-chain – no prisoner stands a chance to escape.

How odd that every lash on the prisoner,

you’ll find on my wrist, on my back, on my neck;

how odd that every movement is a punishment;

how odd that you don’t see the manacles

I’ve bound myself with.