I look at you and I am looking
at fireworks
Bright, blinding and fascinating
But my eyes are wide open
And I'm not interested
That you're way up in the sky
Unreachable
Everybody's looking up
like me
But not everybody's sick,
like me,
of watching bright colors unfold
of watching you ***** perfection
like it has to be gotten out of your system
because it's already too much
even your body can't handle it

Let me put it this way
Imagine all the butterflies
that rested their own chaos in my
stomach

I can tell you don't mean a thing to him
or to her
to whoever, whatever gender
of that one attractive stranger
you taught yourself to admire
that you can set yourself on fire
they'll turn the gasoline flow higher
tell him your truth and he'll call you a liar
tell her your truth and she'll think that it's dire
you'll accept you are what they think you seem
just a container of tarnished self-esteem

All I can build from
these pieces of me
is a sedimentary rib cage
to protect equally weak
cardiac muscles
that run my feelings so strong
my body can't support
it crumbles down