You make me happy.
even if the clock is our biggest enemy.

Conversations with the blackness.

"I never cheated on 'her' or 'her' or 'her'"

"so then why doesn't she trust you?"

"well i didn't cheat on her"

"...what'd you do then?"

"I've been talking to someone else, for over a month now"

"so... isn't that cheating?"

"no, no it's not, i've never even seen her physically, she likes me for who i am, she wants to be with me'

"but so then how is that not cheating... i mean, you were planning on leaving and seeing this girl, right?"

"well, not until we broke up"

"damn. you always have a back up plan don't you? it's kinda fucked up, you know?"

"no, no it's not. It's not cheating unless i see her physically. you don't understand"

agh. man. you stress me out!

you get me super stoked on life,
sometimes i hate Aquarians, were all the same absent minded people,
we just forget that people love us out there and want to hear from us.

then your sister tells me you've gone missing.

I am so scared your mom is going to call me and tell me you're gone.
I don't like to hear you're living on the streets again.

Get home.
your number keeps changing, so call me, I don't even know if you check this still.

We'll wreck our clothes, we'll scrape our knees we'll taste the scabs.

Like twins.
the words that leave your lips are insanely alike.
I'm so damn tempted to just spill the whole story,
let you know I think I've got it all mapped.

It can't be twins. I won't let it be twins.

I call this mature content but immaturely written therapy

See, Ive got it figured out,
while i wasn't looking you opened a hole in the back of my head and you climbed right in. you nested, you hatched eggs. you festered, you spread your legs. you made so many children; playing havoc on my brain. I don't even know this face, i don't feel sane.

when i walk into a room
i take the air out.
everyone suffocates.