Your eyes started to sink Melt into the sky And I could feel my heart Contract and deflate In one single rhythm
I’ve become your divine Your little trinket, your device Would you feed on my bare ribs straight Out of my chest My blessing to you I bow down and say Any piece of me is forever occupied
Maybe that’s all there is to this life I think that I have finally tasted it all If you could give me one last breath I’ll save it for myself
Like a blanket I’ll cover you I’ll hide you from vapid, rapid snowstorms Give you rain boots for muddy water Comfort you, always Forget you, never Let my love be just one of the multitude of things you know about this world
June is the month Of strawberries Baby’s first words Holding you tight
One last breath To keep for myself I’ll save it until I most need it, which right now isn’t the right time
When I next see you Because, I will see you If Heaven still owes me that grace In return for the ones sent there that knew me well
I’ll keep you For myself Feed on your rib cage Trace your little steps
I need moral support You’re all so boring I’m smoking a cigarette in the apartment Light pink slippers The room turns to melting frost
I need to make a choice You’re all so lonely I’m smoking a cigarette in the backyard Bamboo curtains Disheveled in appearance but on trial on time
Serving our community Driving with my eyes closed An avalanche and beat-down neighborhood where funeral homes are sold I love him but he won’t bear arms So how can he protect me If you can send me a silver lining Tell my father I’m tired of waking up and fighting Won’t you inspire me FedEx me your venom through an umbilical cord
Dandelion and Baby’s Breath They crowd around me Tear out my hair Laugh at the angles of my bones The fog terrifies me Though I’m so aware I’ll crumble if I’m not composed
Even if I’m brittle I’ll stay up for a little
I met a girl named Isabel Passed me an ashtray in her jet black corvette Ambiguous Butterflies For how long For how much longer Dad, how much longer do I have How much longer do I have to keep doing this
Just to get home Just to get home Closing my left eye to see straight She had gold silverware in her jet black corvette Told me her boy was frustrating her because he always forgets
Took the wrong exit off the freeway Ended up in a ditch Peace was there Waiting for me Nobody stopped to ask what I was doing If you want miracles, I’m living proof of it
Plain charcoal grey t shirt I want to write the kind of poetry that scares boys away The right one will see me for my diamonds and my smoke screens A bridge gently collapsing Laying down next to a fountain
I don’t go to parties Because the people tend to bore me They stand in circles and ask each other “what’s up?”
Pink ballerina slippers A child crying out I have loved you – a thousand, a thousand, a thousand times
Your breaking voice The cracks in the tiles of my ivory bathroom floor If I could hold you forever I’d be somewhere safe Somewhere where the demons can’t get me Looking into your soft, collapsed face
One day I’ll understand God’s timing But honey, I’ll never stop trying My dandelion My aching Baby’s Breath A cardigan I only wear when I smoke non-menthol cigarettes Watching evening television Will you be there with me?
Counting my fingers Keeping me safe A car on fire on the side of the freeway I cannot wait until I get to see you again
Biting my fingers Keeping me safe I took you in my arms, but you showed me the way
I cannot wait until I get to see you again I cannot wait
Minnesota in the hot, hot sun I’ll write a memoir, like I’m a film star Like my words are fiber nectar & galvanized tar I wish I could join the assembly line Not to find out, not to decay, but to come out bright white & crystal, grey clay To become transparent in the grand scheme of things Be able to extrapolate meaning from my own devices Tell you how I find human beings so lifeless Wrapped up in their due process of mind Fingertips on roses, your hands on the arched back that is mine Fever dreams Amphetamines
I know the road is farther than it seems I’ve seen the bitter resemblance of what’s paved underneath My eyes blur, I can’t see, I can’t see a thing Wouldn’t you like to have a dance with refined me? I’m mesmerized by nothing at all Nobody pays attention to what I want them to pay attention to I’m violent, I got this, I’m gutless, I’m thinner than the fabric Screaming my insides out, I’ll eat you alive Won’t find me on your bedside You said, you said You said, you said Your goodbyes so hazily Tell me, how do you wish to be portrayed? When they paint you wrong, are you dismayed? What are you proud to take to the grave? I’m taking the dreams I made
I have this one song, I get a lot of meaning from it The way it blankets me in security and A freedom I’ve never found in a single human being They’re tar-stained, they’re charcoal remnants They’ll gaslight you and then say that you’re gaslighting them in return The apprehension is near, I told you the car was far away I didn’t see it coming my way Somehow I didn’t mind I had this dream, I saw the glass-slipper ball gown The one I wore when You said, I swore, you said You said, I swore it, I swore you said Wouldn’t be there Star-crossed lovers Awake with hesitation Marvel at my presentation Scattered in assembly, grief like parasites Do you know anyone who sees you in the right & softest light?
I’m thinner than fabric, I’m tougher than fossil fuels If it’s confusing, it’s only confusing to you Me – I know what’s going on Write you a grocery list of things to bring A sustainable sparkle, a delicate sapphire An element of surprise to add to the details and decor Horrors of society seem to fade when we turn the television on
Melt me like aspartame in Coca Cola Ignite a funeral home Tell me what you find transparent Covered in frost, I’m not vaguely processed I’m rarely understood and I think I know why I think this life is mine to apprehend and find I lose my keys over and over again on purpose Locked out so I can write But I thought you said, I thought you said But I thought you said, I thought you said
I have this one song that makes me feel more like myself than anything else I play it on repeat because I’m sick of hearing about my diminishing health Drown out the noise, fiber-glass, can’t see, my vision blurs The ocean is my lord & savior I’m not even surprised by their behavior The evidence is real because it’s written on parchment paper
It always ends It always ends like this I’m in the shower, white roses and pink carnations, I feel true bliss You’d be obsolete In a thousand years We’re connected by the fabric The sheer and hazy stillness Do it on the daily Hate you a little, just maybe Match my evening glow
If you hate me, that’s not a well thought-out decision You have your fears and I have this one song That makes me feel more like myself than I’ve ever felt before And I play it I play it all day long When the noise drowns me out, I sing along You wouldn’t say, you wouldn’t say Anything to conclude the grime and the dirt you brought to my doorstep A cave’s internal diameter A concave, arching sky The exact shade of your brown eyes My skin is softest on the tops of my thighs
I don’t hate anyone I don’t hate anything I don’t hate anyone There’s just nothing left to sink Drowning in the deep end because in the water I’m completely occupying my body I don’t hate anyone I don’t hate anything I’ll let the water have me, on purpose, on purpose
Does drowning make you nervous? Does real love make you hesitate?
Does drowning make you nervous? Does real love make you hesitate? Does drowning make you hesitate?
I want to Lay beside The edge of your bedside Realizing I can’t say the words I wish would fill my mind Out of the fabric from my lost and heavy fingertips I have This weight Encapsulating me in tragic divinity When you don’t Look Me in the eyes I feel something akin to death to fate’s memory Are you fond of me? Tell me, Are you fond of me? Please tell me
You smoke A cigarette I gave to you Outside Before the rain starts to fall I look up At your broad shoulders Cream, silk face Your grandfather sweater and the way I Don’t think you’ve quite forgiven me yet I’ll drive home Gripping the wheel Trying not to Trying not to Trying not to cry Envisioning me by your bedside Soft and golden, starry and hazy Would you let me trail My fingers Along your head In the Right places To make you feel
The white flowers at the edge of My bedside I bought them for myself They weren’t given to me But I wanted To find Flowers On your desk When I came by I know expectations are futile I know they will be the death of me I think I’ve already lived this lifetime
I drive Deep into the night Gripping the steering wheel My vision blurring Me chasing Created memories after each other as they create marked trails in my mind I can’t see What colour the light is, or whether it’s telling me to go And I don’t mind Because nobody would care Or know What flowers Are appropriate To bring
For a flower girl A flower girl I’m a flower girl Yes, I’m a flower girl And there weren’t Flowers For my arrival And yes, I am a flower girl I’m God’s favourite flower girl Always bringing Flowers To other peoples’ Weddings And goodbyes And celebrations
But what do I have to celebrate? When I drive deep into the night I begin to close my eyes Gripping the steering wheel
Would you get me flowers If you knew how that would make me feel
