TWO-FACE

Two-Face faces forwards and back
Holding two conversations
Both mouths spewing crap

One face is bored
and looks down at the floor
The other is scared and wet
Visibly out of its depth

One brain thinking, two mouths moving
Brain trying to filter thoughts
To the right mouth but brains not choosing

Thoughts are falling
Both mouths are still talking
But both mouths say the wrong words
Hoping all the wrong ears haven’t heard

If the wrong mouth
Says the wrong words
Then the wrong people
Could see the wrong face
Two-Face couldn't live with that
He split his face for a reason...
The world is divided
So he made his face fit

But Two-Face has no mouths
No eyes or nose
He split himself, his thoughts and desires
And presented a half empty version
To two sides of the same world

Two-Faces’ two faces’ amount to none
Neither face is him, neither complete or one
To scared to show both faces
But if he did he would see that
The world isn't split
His two faces aren't needed

He will never show a full smile
Until his mouths are one
Or see things clearly
Until his four eyes have gone

Two-Face is really Half-Face
And Half-Face is no one
Until he is one

There are too many segments in this orange,
I tore away the rind and pulled at the pith with my thumb,
exposed the flesh that fell apart,
but there are too many segments in this orange,
it won't fit back together.
Ill fitting fruit, mutated citrus genes.
You were bigger than yourself.
What freaky secrets your cratered, sunset skin
hid beneath its thick, fragrant glow.

My hair gets caught in everything and I,
I'll never really learn to sing
I'm alive and all my limbs, their working
I should get it the **** together.

But I forgot to mention how I'm shaped like a square
How my legs will not pass that eight minute mark
I eat til I'm sick and I'm afraid of the dark
I am space unfiltered.

If people are acidic then I am a base,
There's no thing I've not done that is not in bad taste
I'm a good person only cause if not, I'm a waste
I feel jilted.

A casserole of other peoples roaming vices
Not mysterious enough to be considered lifeless
It's not dreadful, or sad
It's not even a crisis

The prescription exists and it says to just fade
Just fade until the ground becomes sky
Not depressing, nor anguished
I've already complied

I'm here to check names and recognize faces.
I'm here to watch people fill their perfect circle spaces.

They say,
If you are comfortable
in your own skin,
you will never be lonely

I tell them,
It's not that I am uncomfortable,
it's just that my own beating heart
is not loud enough
to echo off the walls
of my too-small apartment
on Saturday nights
when the city
is just starting
to wake up

They say,
You should not crave
a relationship
to fill the hole of loneliness

I tell them,
I do not crave him
for the sake of company,
because I breathe on my own terms
and I yearn for his presence
no matter who is around

They say,
Loneliness can be cured
by looking inside yourself

I tell them,
I have looked,
and I see a girl
the rest of the world
should miss when she's away,
but whose absence
never seems to be noticed

It was when you asked me if I was multiracial that I knew you only saw me skin deep.

As we danced you kept pulling me closer.

It was weird…uncomfortable

It was when you asked me if I ever had fun that I knew you wanted me to loosen up.

You held me close your hands on my thighs

It was weird…uncomfortable

It was when you asked me what I did in my free time that I thought you might care.

You kept hugging me tighter to yourself

It was weird…uncomfortable

It was when you asked me for my number that I thought about trusting you, but I didn't.

*You made me feel wanted by someone new

It was weird…uncomfortable

While I was sleeping, someone replaced every single hair of mine with fiber glass.

Everything rubs me wrong.