Why are you still mysterious behind transparent lenses, or
Am I just shivered by my own reflection
Cornered searching beyond the top of your head
a puzzle of ambiguity focused on text..
Vibrate your phone into silent pieces paused as broken starlight… I hope
Who are you a silent page turner or one who blinds with pine smoke.
I want to know, glass stem eyes or un ashed embers??
Here’s to hoping you aren’t sane..
Cause halting my casket is impossible
You can have my sharp lines of passion and dissonance of thought.
Assumed the unlight alley way squeezed all my heart, until you froze water in my
I already bartered my mother’s sleep for a double sealed bag no unbroken veins
Forever committed to loneliness owning me
Punishment for tiptoeing in the dark seeking blank checks.
I guess I don’t deserve to get past the middle part in you..
Forced to rerun moments in the cafeteria.
This is why I push experience onto paper
I’ve already lost to a bloated stomach and burnt lips
All before I even know your name.