It's So Trying

what we have in common

is lately, we cannot get a grip

we've been thinkin

a little too hard 

about opening our wrists

but instead we are here together

throwing strangers tips as we watch them strip

some nights we are on the floor in the bathroom alone

sometimes we are up inside neon lights  screaming our lungs out as we drink patrone

the sorrow is blinding

the tragedy, binding

strategically crying

and haphazardly lying

it's so trying

but I wish I could see you

I wanna be in your bedroom

I wanna be in your bedroom

all blankets and drapes and candles and trees

the soft light would clean us

but we are pure already

because we are with each other

this is quieter than silence

this is how the world was meant to be

the soft light would clean us

but we are already pure

because I am with you

I wanna be in your bed

Nothing is Off Limits

I just wanted to grab everything really frantically with my arms and hold it together. Equal parts controlling and loving, but my intentions are pure. I thought I could just scoop up in my hands what was important, and if I clutched so tightly time would stop inside of my grip. These people deserve the very best, and we all know what my worst behavior looks like, feels like. Everything is moving, crumbling, dying, shaking, changing, stirring, growing. I am small and quiet and intricate and sensitive, I cannot keep up with the world let alone handle it. I lie in bed waiting for it to take me.

Cats everywhere are getting raped and there's nothing I can do about it

Cope

I let my phone die

to grasp with loss

I wanted to turn off life

but it turned on me instead

I wanted to turn you on

but you turned your cheek

I'm sleeping with my door wide open

in hopes someone will snatch me

and take me someplace worse

so I can finally be grateful

March On