every sigh a questionI'm not entirely surewhere I standwith anyone, these days.It's all quicksandand rubber masks.Behind the window of every eye,I see an interior shutterand shudder.I feel likeeverybody'swaste of time."Hello,I'm your one big regret."You love me. You love me not.You love me. You don't even like me.You love me. Hide the knives!Friendships,held hands,and hearts thatdon'tbreak.Is that too much to askor am I just not asking right?"Excuse me, sir -have you seen my stability?"
this is why we don't...she made lovea best oflistspilling not quitesecrets splittingglittering secondsfor displayshe beensinging thosecatchy hooksin mecoatin' thathungerwith asugar tonguebut I've beenfixin'to be brokefor a longtimespent savingunspoken sayingsstructured lettersto gropeto chokean open throatsomething like aclosedmindfielddayreplace the pressurewith a sprayof expelled syllablesEXPLODE!scatteringa hopethat won'tstay (buried)
I can't catch anyoneLet's pretend, just for a second,that every road doesn't lead to adead end.Let's sell ourselves a half-dozen pretty lies.This one is my friend forever.This one never forgets my birthday.This one never stops holding my hand(or more importantly my heart.)Now, let's take this idea one step further -all of these people are you.Hold, please; deep breath.Now, let's open our eyes -all of these people are me.The one who always remembersis the easiest to forget."Oh my", she said,"this one is so good for a laugh, but not much useotherwise.Keep it around 'til the batteries run out.We can always get a new one."Friends turn to memories; hearts turn to sand.I go to sleep in an empty bed.
birthday poemsomething's swallowed upthe breadcrumbswe were leftsowetakeeach day as it comesand let itlead usto the nextpausing only an-nuallyto celebrateour breath tolet lifelaugh in the faceof deathtomeasure momentsby their depthandbythe companythey keepinstead ofdressingdogs as godswho keep us fearfulwhile they sleepwe shouldrestand bethankful for the pathhowever we've misstepped
some something sometimedon't get me wrongI amnotwho I sayyou areI am sickand don't feel the drugslike I used toI am olderand sleep in positionsthat sayterrible things about meand I(no precious light)I bleedthe sameshadeevery springjust to reapto layto restcome the summerbut you!you closethose backlit eyesuponfirst sightof falling snowyou burnbright &sharpsomewhere insideyesI have seen youchange yourshapebut not yoursize
Honey, I'm Not Strong EnoughMaybe we couldkeep eachother likea secret or a postcard froma time whenmetamorphosis fell like rain andlooking felt like conversation andI was "beautiful" andyou were "everything".When we werein tune with the powerlines andone another.And you could visit me andno one would have to know,just make sure youwipe your feet on your way out.And before you golet me breathe you in becauseI always loved the way you smell.I wishI kept that tshirt you lent to me so thatsleeping didn't feel like sickness.