you
i.
Don't look at their eyes, the way you think they can see your bad traits, the best qualities you want everyone to see.
try not to see their weakness, the way you plan ahead, playing them like a piano, but not the way you thought it would play them
[ fingers sweeping ribs, dragging over abdomens, listening to quick gasps as you pushpush the barriers]
Don't change simple words into flowery poetic crap, kid yourself that their not mortal and above simple simple words
ii.
Feeling the pads of their fingers skim the mangled flesh of your arms, try not to think of it as another blade
another scar.
a few is dedicated to you - but you wouldn't love that thought.
Ignore the breathe against your face, the weight of everyones opinions weighing
heavily against the marred flesh of your black black whatever-it-is
iii.
The joy the joy. your weight on top of me
I always thought i'd suffocate - i hate people in my personal space
but oh my god, this is...a other world. I want to push, shove my dependence
into your soul. I can't though, I can
await the day you see - see that I'm ugly, that the rage thumping, hiding
from this world is simmering i my blue tracks
I always thought that you could tame me. That we'd wake entangled in the morning
laughing, kissing - talking
and that when the weight of your arm wrapped my bare cage, the bars that contain these feelings
you'd smile, that sweet quirk that made me try
try to be someone that tried, someone you'd love.
Don't look at their eyes, the way you think they can see your bad traits, the best qualities you want everyone to see.
try not to see their weakness, the way you plan ahead, playing them like a piano, but not the way you thought it would play them
[ fingers sweeping ribs, dragging over abdomens, listening to quick gasps as you pushpush the barriers]
Don't change simple words into flowery poetic crap, kid yourself that their not mortal and above simple simple words
ii.
Feeling the pads of their fingers skim the mangled flesh of your arms, try not to think of it as another blade
another scar.
a few is dedicated to you - but you wouldn't love that thought.
Ignore the breathe against your face, the weight of everyones opinions weighing
heavily against the marred flesh of your black black whatever-it-is
iii.
The joy the joy. your weight on top of me
I always thought i'd suffocate - i hate people in my personal space
but oh my god, this is...a other world. I want to push, shove my dependence
into your soul. I can't though, I can
await the day you see - see that I'm ugly, that the rage thumping, hiding
from this world is simmering i my blue tracks
I always thought that you could tame me. That we'd wake entangled in the morning
laughing, kissing - talking
and that when the weight of your arm wrapped my bare cage, the bars that contain these feelings
you'd smile, that sweet quirk that made me try
try to be someone that tried, someone you'd love.