And That's Fine Because I Would Do The Same

"I chose to believe every word I was fed
And I thought the coals on my back were a product
Of the lack you left when you stepped back
And racked your brain for a reason to stay,
But you could not seem to formulate any such thought in your head.

So you left with nothing more than a reason you kept silent
And my mind would riot stuck in self-perpetuated mental violence
And dreams kept private.
The ambition to fix this wish list of selfish misfit realist missions
Contained within a vision of wishful thinking
And sinking deep into a new bit of
Misproportioned emotions leaking through a seeping truth
Constructed by my need to feel important
When you would look back and think
Of all the little things that you regret.
I just wanted you to think of me when you think back
To all those little things that you regret.

I spent so much time convincing myself that the rest of this mess
That I stressed within this relationship was a product of the world’s oppressions,
Not my deep desire to be needed.
And it’s hard to admit but I guess I’ve come to terms with the fact
That I just want to be needed,
And I convinced myself that I needed to be needed.
And if that was true, I would still be smiling
Like you still today but for different reasons.

I chose to dismiss the possible instance
That the lips I love to kiss could form the words goodbye
And it was a simple lie but I told it to you
And like the captain of a sinking ship choosing to believe
The bottom of the ocean was a better source of oxygen.
It’s so nice and I still chose to believe I misinterpreted your dialect 
And everything you said about it.
Your diction, your diatribe, posture, body language and connotations,
All pointed in the same direction
The selection of contingent messages postponed until further notice 
Because I was ashamed to admit the problem
And pretend your happiness came from me
And that your happiness was important.

But we aborted the sorted truths we once distorted
When I saw the shape of your dress when you wore it.
And that was enough until it wasn’t
And that’s when you finally felt supported.
So the others courted you and you mentally recorded
And endorsed the force perform of compliments you received came in
And you felt empowered enough to take your final bow
And find love within the arms of another instead of this heart of mine."

"I could never just forget her
but she could try"

"i was walkin with my neck out 
some ways i wish i was 
was walkin with my neck out in some ways that i wish that i was 
out on the bevel of sound it sounds like everything else 
you'll know it when you hear it cuz u know the way my voice felt 
ignore my tone & everything i sing i sing for me 
ignore the phone on your bed it rings it rings it rings
shirt collar ringin me out & my collar bone got all red
& already severing prose i wrote so i sing instead
i hold you put your neck out tell me the ways you wish you were
keep your confidence sound, your hook my eye my spur
so when i went to hang out, i hung behind your eyes
but my eyes still flicker with doubt
quickly o i cant decide
i'm tapped out
don't it always seem to go that
you could hold it right in your hands collapsing & still not know
(your hands' collapse & still not know)

say what it is
say how it is with everybody i know
i've got no temper for that
i send you this
cadmium red, one for every layer i shed
& i shed one layer for thisss
say what it is
it's so impossible
but if i just say what it is
it tends to sublimate away
when i was looking to drop
my life away

more every year
i shine light on edges i tried to unfeel
but we've gotta do better than that
some sortin out
so i'll be sittin on the outskirts if you wanna talk about it
things in there were just gettin so loud

say what it is
it's so impossible
but i just say what it is
it tends to sublimate away
when i was looking to drop
my life away"

low selfesteemy

  i thought i would die from the wetness behind my ears
  i am never alone anymore
  undereducated
  low self esteem 
  it's been so many years
  i've never answered a question without a stutter
  i've never met a mistake i didn't like
  and i'm twenty five
  and i still love to lie


      "i spent six year following your trail"

how do people sleep? I've forgotten how to.
I slept three nights last night and dreamt I was wooing you, each night.

what's worse?


I enjoy our time together however I can get it these days. This saddens me, but what doesn't.

Dreams Last

"I saw a movie, it just was wasn't the same
cause it was happy and I was sad
it made me miss you oh so bad
dreams last for so long

even after you're gone

I know you love me"

"We were born to fuck each other

one way or another"

Part Two

you got a brand new lexus
I got a car with no working locks no windows

          "I imagined a story where I wasn't the damsel"

Certain Voice

he says he accepts me for who I am
hes beating himself up in the passenger seat
he has a certain voice for it I cannot describe

We Got Today

I use you because I just need to blow off some low self esteem
and you can get gone if you don't know what I mean

a homeless man's cardboard sign asks for a smile and says we got today
I forced a wince

Litter

there's kitty litter at the foot of my bed
and a dark heaviness in the depths of my head

I will never feel lonely
not even when I say goodbye to you

giving the reason I need to work on myself
I should better my health

the way that I think about you thinking about me
it skirts disgusting
and when I say you are too good, you won't believe
because you live day by day,
while I can only pretend

and I'll never make a promise again

The Searching

the searching

I couldn't quite tell
what it was
I looked everywhere for it
was it the feeling
or an action to fill the void of the sensation

all the talks and beds and errands and tasks and plans and decisions and mistakes
the conversations meaningless
the laughs forced
the music, pop music
the sex was fine, the fun was pretty good, the people were nice and mostly meant well

can you imagine just feeling it again
just thinking about it, for a moment, fills my whole body with butterflies
fills my eyes with soppy tears
fills my heart with an earth shattering sadness that can't ever mend

Finally

when I finally die for real

it will be for old times sake

DO NOT DOUBT IT

LOVE IS ENOUGH

Bank

I'd rob a bank for you bankless
even after it all became so thankless
I'd rip out my eyes if I could see you before you started living lies

I'm on a plane

on the plane I debated with myself, on a surface level, whether I should begin an adderal addiction, or a xanax dependency. I couldn't take up both (at least not at the same time) for various reasons, let alone the costs and difficulty to obtain, so would have to choose. the adderal would help with work, art and general, menial productivity, while the xanax is better suited for my personality and lifestyle, I see it deterring me from energetically excelling at work, art and general menial productivity. I thought about who to purchase these from; kaiser would be most cost effective but least reckless feeling, and a lack of control seemed attractive (especially in serious attempts to get my life in order). what is turbulence, is it clouds? why was this landing so bumpy? clouds don't even live this low. I guess sometimes things live lower than they were intended, or they, themselves intended. I want to feel so low I can call you from rock bottom and just the echo itself will shake you permanently.