you changed a lot-
all for the better
just not sure who’s
all in an attempt to be better
just not sure,
better than who,
i hope you sit down a write this out
before all that is left
is a scrapyard
of mixed dreams
false identities
wrapped in a fleece blanket,
each step was good
it was your own;
can’t be the breaker of chains
when your own dreams keep you bolted down
masking your insecurity with fools gold power
got you here, begging in front of an earless ghost
to let you free;
but you’ll be here in the morning
with a new plead you can try to be free
from your own self pity
let the world come to you
the power will only keep you here
fight about me
i’ll sit ring side
run play by play
get mine
while you lose yours,
didn’t wanna be the one
but i’m the one
an it stressin’ you out
want me to take you out
tell me i’m the one
an you hate it-
only stay one night
three nights later we’ve seen
every episode of full house
who’s dreamin’
delivery every night
don’t wanna leave this bed
an you hate it
it’s far away
maybe tomorrow
years from now
just know it’ll be okay
i am sorry,
i could give you every excuse in the book:
four classes and work
pokemon is calling my name
toxicity leaks from veins,
yet nothing grieves me more
knowing i kept you on hold
i can say i will make it up to you,
but this stylish line only dazzles
in a mirror,
you deserve better
it’s just not in my veins
took a chance
missed
story of an archer
quiver at the no
ready for the now
aiming vow
taking a bow
hanging upside down frown
quiet afternoon
change the channel
i can’t stand your voice;
the lies stack higher than a mountain
words paved with cement
and sealed with a kiss;
i can’t stand your voice.
i crumble at each vowel
i find myself selfish
in the most uncommon time
looking for god
in the hottest time
picking up the phone
in the middle of the desert,
wrath is laughing
greed is smiling
and gluttony shovels what’s left
nothing much
just a nightmare with a side of depression
in a desert
only way i can explain it:
the body is on a delay
this isn’t a live stream
top dono gets a shout out no-
mind moves body waits
a delay
one part operated by me
the other
i
i am not sure;
they’re kind
just not me
i can remember everything
but what you look like
the two dollar dates
photos by the bookstore
lunchable picnics
i remember being there
just not with a ghost
