To the women who tell me
That i shouldnt be insecure about my weight
but say
"hmm maybe you should fill up your plate".
(yes thank you.... i do try)
...
To the women who tell me
They'd **** to steal my figure
but say
"it would be nice if you were a little bigger".
..
(thanks I guess?)
.
To the women who told me more
but
my bones were all they saw
(thanks to you)
I dont feel at home in my flesh.

The last vestiges of my mind
are a vessel of desolation
that wont make it home.

- i feel alone

Equinoctial blaze of fire
Evaporates
the
Light,
but meet hand in hand
halfway during
the rise
of
twilight.
If you could stay any longer,
the blaze would fade
and you would conquer.

- i feel much warmer in the presence of your night.

I wore my heart on my sleeve
vibrant and true
but you ignore the wash label
bleached anew
I wore my heart on my sleeve
and became stained by you

- i need a new jumper

a melancholic midnight
soul sleeping
restless eyes
telling pretty lies
through tongues

A faceless false perception

Darkness Masquerading,
Scattering our sheltering light.
Nebulous shadows stalk and creep
Corrupting our minds with fright.
This deception is a con,
An illusion forged by midnight.
A faceless false perception
conjured evil blight..
The faculty of seeing
To shift our sight
These shadowy ensembles
Disappear with a bedroom light.

If I bit
My sour tongue
I would've saved you with silence...
But
If I bit
my sour tongue
It would fall out.