Just hold your breath,
And I’ll read you a lullaby
Drinking luke-warm coffee
And tunneling though my mind
Moving like winter,
But approaching those summer days
I think I love you, but it might be a phase.

-Taylor

You’re just a boy I held hands with
I let you discover every part of me
In the smoky apartment, in the back room
It was like floating, but only for a while
Then when you were gone, it was like thunder
And I shook, and held my own cold naked body
I cried.
But then you came back, and held me.
Wrapped your arms against me, we melted.
You told me lies, and I knew it
It made me whole again, but not fixed
Because I know you will leave again
And won’t come back
I am so afraid.

-Taylor

I see myself, in the dark.
Like, on an empty street,
Well, its all in my head anyways.
These shadow people that haunt me
We’re all just what they make of us
The puppets to put in their shows

We take part in their tragedy’s
For their **** entertainment
To cure their selfish boredom.

And with wandering eyes, to find
The sun, we look toward the sky
But oh, the days are like an endless eclipse
Only darkness
Oh, and ourselves.
Reflected back in the puddles
Of muddy water, like the blood that runs through
The pipes of our veins
Seeing, only what we wish to see,
Living on the lonely streets of our mind.

-Taylor

When it comes down to it
How much do we know?
This skewed vision of ourselves
Wondering if we’re doing enough
But still pumping the chemicals
It’s a careless problem we face
Like a winding mountain road, or maybe a cracked desert
Because we don’t mind ruining
What is already destroyed
The ugly edges of a cliff
We are one step too close
And not able to see
The meadow of opportunity
That you see

-Taylor

I need an inspiration
An instigation
A criminal conversation
The whole of a part
Not just a fragment, but an abstract art
Confuse.
Amuse.
Misuse.
You hold the world in your hands
A line, a word, a syllable, they wish and you command.
Abuse.
******.
Enthuse.
You say jump and they’ll fly
Anyone can do it, (shhh) you just need enough courage to try.

-Taylor

Lights, and bling
Fools, and screams
Its all the same,
Just a different name

Creepy shades of gray
Blurs of people,
And conversation
Without obligation

Living in the profanity
Of frosty lip gloss tubes
In worlds consumed with outward appearances
Just dump out your brain
You stupid pretty girl
I’ve seen you do it

This isn’t a thing about thoughts or wisdom
Or even the search of it
This is about people,
Doing exactly what is expected of them
Getting too loud
Too processed
Too, used up.

Making false escapes,
Only to have familiarity come to them instead
Go ahead,
Run away
With the safety in knowing
They’ll follow you.

-Taylor

Who am I to judge another persons therapy?
Her method of picking up the pieces
How she can feel whole
If only for a hot night, far away
Just to feel the hot rain, come
Shattering down
Falling to your knees
It is the price to feel
Alive.

So who am I to say, what is
Dangerous or damaging
When we all must struggle to keep our heads above the water.
To cope, with our deaths.
Long, and slow.
Dragging.

Who am I to judge?

When I am falling, fading, flying,
Euphoria.
Drowning.
Inhale. Exhale.
Gone.
We all have our therapy.

-Taylor