oh
how we exist
so harmoniously in dream world

only to wake up
and disappoint reality

old scars, picked and bleeding.
a half empty bottle of whiskey,
violence in my headscape, escaping unnoticed,
and i wait for the trueness of my own emotions.

they won't come, she said.
they weren't here in the first place,
and if they were i'd throw them out
and lock the door without a second glance.

i know what's missing but i'm stubborn.
i don't let myself have as i'm a have-not,
i haven't had a chance to get out as much,
not like i really did before anyway.

expectations laying on me
i need new things to think of
friends no longer a subject of we
these are me and mine to deal with
breaking down metaphysical
the physical weighing on my mental
expectations cluster around
magnify, see the visual
bad day mirror talk I can’t even look
straight
words fog up the headscape
steam rises please ventilate
too many lines I’m ahead of time
expectations turn the world into a drag race
i put petal to the metal yet i look down upon where my feet are placed
foot on the break
The car crumbles and shakes
Expectations destroy me
Nothing is achieved until i feel peace
yet my head and heart fall in pieces
Please expectations no need for this please
invest in the perception of freedom where expectations become the preachers
Abandonment is scary but it is a solution
We are all lost children