how many times do you need to make me think
i'mclose
before you blow___me away again
i keep playing with words and scrunched up pieces of paper
but you've never needed to, you know that everybody watches you
as you walk past, and you know that wearing black mascara
will give you anything you need.
i sit there and think about deep and meaningless metaphors
until they become so blurred in definition that nobody else
could ever truly understand what i mean. but you get
everything you need from bands who scream about death.
i lie there for hours and think about politics and life and war
you lie there and think about your latest poseur boy or his
fake text messages and you smile and fall asleep in a second,
with black-haired, tattoed lead singers on your walls and thousands
of hugs and kisses scattered across your room.
an arrow through a stretched heart, a spear through a wretched soul
you make me wish i had less books to read and less things to learn
and more things to hold and more things to feel.
