Oh to binge...I wait to be forgiven by the heavens,More Like This
Most likely I already have been-
We all wait for what is easily given,
Convinced we can shouldn't be forgiven.
In the sad tale of surrender,
Every heart is tried and found wanting
We trade the innocence for the lust
Inside our hearts succubi are so daunting
For the physicality is only a shadow-
So much is behind the veil of our eyes
Countless demons waiting for a spin,
One that will keep you twirling all your life.
Call me crazy, call me mad
I lost what all I once had,
To just a night of surrender,
And to this day I want it back.
One of those NightsThe morning sunMore Like This
beams through the front windshield
like an intruder:
brash and unwelcome, forcing you to wake.
Whiskey eyed, smelling like an ashtray,
parked at the back end
of some ghetto ass neighborhood
wondering what the hell you did the night before.
It's like trying to remember words
you haven’t written yet.
One thing is for certain:
a little bit of rope goes a long way,
but a lot of rope
will hang you.
AnxietySometimes,More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is