i like it

[closetmoron]

(for the forstbite
for the cold nite
for the bleeding palms and knees
for the rattle/blister/crash you bring
for the stringy reddened crimes you tried to bury me under
for forcing it down
for making me like it)

(i look in the eyes of my drunk friends and i see my father and it weighs me down
they dont know whether they love me or they wanna fight me or how much theyve had and
it weighs me down)

(i thought that maybe there would be this girl and shed be just like me but not like me)

where is the circus?