Living in your head
Is like living in a maze
Of wildfire;
Thoughts never stop, but they burn.
I wish I never stepped in.

I can see those blazing eyes of yours, scrutinized every corner of my room, absorbed a whole lot in sight.
I'm aware you are ready to burn everything up, validating your existance and making sure the spotlights are all on you.
And when that time comes, you will swallow them all like a wildfire,
Left a little for them to realize,
It's you they need to worry about.

I want to be like Wild Fire
carried by wind, spreading further
enter your thoughts and leave desire
until the heat takes your body over.

I want to be like Wild Fire,
changing my mood with the weather
make your heart beat three times faster
I want to be like Wild Fire.

To the great observers
He is mister bright fellow
His nature is to be with nature
Showing his vibrant shades of warm
Many would say he is yellow

But his fuel is to steal oxygen
His habit is to leave the floor charcoal
And make the trees blame themselves for the ash

He comes and goes so quick
That only the one that suffered would know of his acts.

Blurry city streets seem to call your name
I forgot how to exist when I no longer love you

strain
As years weigh tightly on my spine
I creep through the monotonous state
no longer hungry
slurring speech
Towards the impending luxury
Where he keeps my arms pinned down
On the dying grass
People watching
The adrenaline never seems to last


Their eyes gaze in our direction
As I bite into his shoulder
As I squirm
Friday night’s celebrations
wrap tightly
I can taste the whiskey
But it doesn’t bubble inside me
It lures him towards the smoky bars
Where I cower above him


I ache
My anger bubbles in moments where
I’m screaming as the
Car window opens
As I drive away from the emergency room
Soap still slipping through my wet hair
Could I find meaning in this existence
Where you don’t reside alongside me
Whispering in my ear
I used to count on my subconscious
your voice of reason


Outgrowing the state of being
My veins exacerbate the tight
Need to fight
To stand up straighter
Hold it all together
I let him wrap his fingers where
He wants
I let them gasp
wake the neighborhood up
To sounds of me howling
Begging for
An escape where
They no longer ask from me
Where the pain no longer pools
Like the storm clouds
Above the dry valley
One strike of lightning
Suddenly it’s a fight for our lives



Hit me so I can take my mental state
Throw it into a definition
Look through the stars
the colors blend together in gaseous realities  

I can find the one strand where I used
moments of joy
the orange duvet, window open
Boiling tea kettles,



I used to just stand in the grass and not think about the
Ticks
The crawling underworld
Soil seeping through,
Induce me
I’ll sink past the dirt, the sand
And let go of your hand.