when
will it be
okay

to be human?

when
will skin be

beautiful?

when
will we
be able to

breathe?

how long
will this song
play on repeat?

when will they
hear it?

people don't label my pain
as real as others

but i promise, it's just as lethal

you aren't sweet
you're salty.
but i like to lick
the sweat from your
lips.

you aren't soft
you're sharp.
but i like the way
your nails feel against my
back.

you aren't loud
you're quiet.
but i like to sit and
just think with
you.

you aren't poetic
you're poetry.
but i like to write
you into
immortality.

i play a song
full of dissonant chords
but i won't stop
until the last note

because maybe
someone needs to hear a song

used to think i was so wise
yes, my words were so clever
and now i stare at my demise
regretting my foolish endeavour

i thought my words could hold you
that they would show you my heart
but you just saw right through
my carefully crafted piece of art

She smelled like cigarette smoke
and *****
and Oh,
how I wished to be
the ash or the bottle
that fell
from
her
lips.