Open the curtains
Singing birds tell me "tear the buildings down"
You felt blessed to receive their pleasant sound.
Sound of things that break make you cringe inside yourself.
Inside yourself there is a child counting stars in their time out.
In their time out of their day/in the corners of their frame
they are incased in the losing
of a grain
of themselves
pushed against the ebb and flow
Wave goodbye and watch it go.
Well, show me the honest, proper way to disarm
predatory gaze
sucking dry
Never satiated
You've been misused
been rewired you're
short-circuiting now.
Just remember when you'd call me to
So fragile are bodies. So concave.
Work in self-destructive ways.
You shot from the hip and missed.
Detaching from all of this.
In physical pictures you remain,
spiral 'round yourself in figure-eight
I recoil at every new beginning.
I searched for a way out
Don't we all?
an existentialist recall:
Turn in all dichotomies and truths
that I gave. I felt wrong in many ways.
it didn't heal. it just got harder every day
to be still
to be passing through the throes
in a daze
feeling heavy
feeling cold
in my skin
in my hand-me-downs
wearing everything thin.
And the pills that you gave didn't do anything
I just slept for years on end.
So if I call,
should I beg?
'cause I'm desperate here:
a couple steps from the edge.
I can't seem to burn bright enough
I'm cold and I'm
left alone... we're all alone.
Grab ahold. I know I said to not
but what the fuck do I know?
I had a chance to construct something beautiful
and I choked.
