it took days to leave that room
again, after we tucked ourselves in;
feet cold and perpetually sleepy eyed
as I tend to be on my best days.
left to my own devices, my hands
search for flesh to feel comfortable
so I carved into you like wet concrete,
pieces of information encoded and
left like detritus of a life lived in rooms
that spun like tops when we closed our eyes.
and as we slept on our sides, bodies fitting
together, my fingers gripping your hip bone
as if I could use it to bring myself back
to reality if the dreams turned sour
in the middle of the night; that is
if i found the courage to sleep at all.

i can't stand all the lying society does
and all the while they do it just because
the words they say just to fit in
little do they know my patience is wearing thin
i think that they're all egotistical,
their stupidity has become a ritual
maybe if they opened their eyes
they to would be surprised
they got so caught up in life
yet their actions were in strife
balling my fist as they attack my flaws
that's fine by me because i can fight my own brawls
because i realize they have people pressuring them
and all the while just to fit in.