If I could ***** my life onto paper,
what would that look like?
If I could projectile my being into words,
how would it read?
If I could splatter myself on canvas
like the moonlight
Could I finally rip it up
and become me?

When I don't answer
There is no question
When I say nothing
Nothing was said
When I'm at ease
There is no tension
When I don't bleed
I can't see red

If you've never
loved
And you've never
lost
Then you've never
lived

I'm dying to live
Yet living to die
Like broth through a sieve
The undoing of I

A spotlight follows
Wherever I go
But It darkens my path
Instead of making it glow

Sometimes I wish I were dead
Or maybe in a box somewhere
You could keep me under the bed
Take me out
Dress me up
Give me air

Sometimes I wish I weren't here
Or maybe in a tree somewhere
You could shake it and I'd appear
Check my pulse
Dust me off
Brush my hair

But most times I wish I were you
Or maybe on the moon somewhere
You could scream till your face turns blue
Bring it on
Do your worst
I won't care