Car-crash doors are the new suicide
slamming pieces half awake
caught mid-escape, trying to run away.
kisses in the lips of the so called "friends"
last time i checked
friends never locked up so well.
you got eyes wider than my screen
and lips softer than a summer day's breeze
love me harder than your hate could be
i want to die from the disease that you conceive
inside your head
every word i say
has already been said
past-tense love standard.
a million fireflies
and stickers in the sky
it's getting harder.
can you love me as much as the guy in your head?
can you ever remember or mean half the words you said?
i guess loving is truly harder done than said
i'm sick of staying awake planning revenge
and the high class cafe shop caught me underhand
your words are smoother than puppeteer's hands
crash mirror crash
i want a window to land on my hands
and break them all to death
so i can never type again.
every other word has you in it
and falling apart has never been so hard
big baby go get it, get what you came for
taking is a burden that i just didn't ask for.
lover forlorn
sicker than the nights in the altiplano are cold
(i always feel alone)
i seek out to the lake inside
the salt flats cleanse out my mind
this nation's got my hands all tied
to a world of judgement and prejudice around.
the mountain speaks to me
it lost its head
it lost it all, naturally
call me out, baby snow
tidal waves are never colder than cold
the giant standing in the row
we're the epitome of the loss love
and gain of lull.
giant escalation and proof of pain
proof that deception can only hide away
so much for a day
but that if persistence remains
things won't ever be the same
cause the top of the mountain
is the starting point, again.
your love is worse than the government they elect
a direction more corrupt than a small-time governor's bed
i'm sick off my tears
the salt spilt on my bed
sometimes i just want to disappear
and wake up on the other side instead.
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(I always feel alone) as a parenthetical remark is brilliant, because isn't that the crux of everything, and yet it has to be an aside, like breathing, like blinking, because it's so automatic at this point who would want you to give it the spotlight?
ReplyDeleteyou are gifted, and broken, and magic, and poison, and all kinds of things that i can really relate to, and the saddest part of all is that words like this, that pour out from loneliness, sometimes, for a split second, make somebody else realize that they aren't alone, and the somebody is never the person who crafted them.
I'm at a loss of words. I feel so overtly redundant, but thank you so much. The heartache that just pours out of me makes me feel broken and lonely.. but reading what you have to say always lets me know that i'm not alone.
ReplyDeletethank you.