If nice guys finish last
Than I would move my feet
I would travel mountains
Just to make us meet
But I am just a face here
Interactions forced through screens
Clunky social sites
Stupide jokes
Fake laughs and meme’s
And you won’t really see me
Unless you let me try
But I feel all alone here
And close enough to cry
Because no one ever sees me
No one seems to care
You might pass me by
Just like empty air
Well it’s all your loss
I’m a great good guy
I may not be perfect
But I sure as **** will try
I’d make you my princess
If you dare to pass me up
You’d be all alone
And that’s just tough luck
Cause I would travel mountain
Just to help you by
I would do it all
Just to be your guy
Kiss you when you’re sick
Kiss me when I’m sad
If we could stick together
Things wouldn’t seem so bad
And we’d take on the world
Whether happy or mad
And knowing
Looking back
That we would both be glad
Cause you didn’t pass me up
You gave me a good chance
You saw me through the screen
And thought
I’ll try this guy
I guess

Uninvited guest wonder
Rudely in my head
As I toss and turn in bed
Gazing out my empty window
I don’t want to feel this way
Sky outside
Is cold and grey
But their footsteps are too loud
Or perhaps
I’ve been too proud
Pain is a beautiful teacher you know
Memories I wish forgotten
The ones most cruel
Are set and rotten
Forcing me to know
I’ve made it through
And forcing me to know
I’ve dropped my peace
It’s hard to be strong here
When they’re footsteps lay me bare

This machine that is my life
Brought to movement through rotations, in sighted turning
and follows the calmer of its striking metal pieces.
Both intricate and delicate are its movements,
Driven forward through sweat, tears, and strain
The gears slow, its shining golden pieces losing momentum
And stop.
A piece that does not belong clogs its design.
It does not fit I say.
But they will not listen
“It is for your own good.”
“The gears will move more quickly once it belongs”
I do not know to trust them
But I do not know enough to believe them
And so the piece that does not belong falls
Through the machine to find its place.
Banging against its parts
Scarring its golden pieces
Stripping them of their potential
And destroying its design
So as I knell down beside this machine
And tell it “things will be better this way”
Its sides give and its form slumps over
Each machine must face the same scrutiny
Perhaps its pieces will become restored
In time
I may know

Blue sky’s above, darkening abyss below
And here I cling in between
Broken earth to which I wean, floating fragments of solid ground
Yet I feel you, all around
Grip closed tight around my neck
Like vicious vultures you once peck
At my will and at my heart
Enough to make me fall apart

But change has drifted, on the wind
My flesh is healing, from your whipping
No longer blooded, let to dripping
Yes I feel your grip is slipping
Cloths to which you cling are ripping
I will shed you off of me
Yes, forever gone, farewell to thee
Sympathy you’ll never see
From me at least, when I am free
You drove me in, the abyss below
But I crawled out and you must go

Just know this, when you are gone
I’ll be scarred but much more strong