Don't you ever leave.
Because I got plans for your eyes
and can't make time to grieve.
I'm messy and flippant but
far from naive.
Surely my kindness will offer reprieve
from a world who sets out to inflict and bereave?
Don't you leave.
My hand on your waist and yours on my sleeve?
We spin and we twirl and I feel like I've achieved.
I'm breathless and dizzy and look up to receive,
a glimpse of your grace,
a mental image of your ass that I thieve.
Please don't leave.
I've got promises to give
if you promise to receive.
Just don't leave.
I bring you ginger ail, after bourbon filled nights
Stuttering and stumbling to find words when we fight
I just want to see your happiness
To see your face in the light
Don't confuse wit with a cockiness
I get nervous, I get tight
Because there's anger in love
And I know it
There's pain in the closeness
But don't show it
Remember how I smell
Remember when you loved it
Because there's anger in love
And that feeling is real
I listen to your words
But, I hear only how you feel
I understand the silence
And I'm still here for us to heal
Because there is anger in love
Hey, you. How sweet do I taste?
Catch that drip, please don't waste.
Face to face. Face erased.
Fate defaced and love effaced.
What about my nuance? You used to chase.
Without purity, promise, a life in chaste?
Eyes misplaced with my silhouette to trace,
Remember that kiss....
Don't go too far, don't leave our space.
Please, will you just remember that taste?
when I got something to offer up.
I get nervous when they make you choose,
I'm grabbing runners up.
Bottoms up, that's growing up.
If passion had a temperature,
I'm cold and I'm not burning up.
Sitting, fretting, letting, upsetting
Sweating until you ask "What's up?"
With most of what you say, I say
You are attempting to just clean it up.
I'm locking up,
emotionally stocking up.
I'm exhausted and thinking of letting up.
These conversations rarely had.
You'll read this with no follow up.
Today I'm skinnier than I've ever been.
So, happiness must be around the bend?
Past participle of be.
If life has a ballot,
I'd vote absentee.
Absent, I spent me.
Cashed in all my individuality.
They want decisions.
There is a winner.
No, Miss Congeniality.
Love is a service
And we pay with time
Didn't catch your check
So I cashed in mine
Everything is fine
My life's divine
If hearts had a toll
You couldn't pay the fine
You are lukewarm, you are a moderate
I said that I was ready, YOU were hesitant
And, I meant every word of it, all of it
Maybe I wasn't ready to submit
But you were always too lit...
Knew you didn't mean it
So, I got the bill split
Don't double talk to me
I can hear and I can see
Grab some authenticity
Just your jealousy
Each moment a space I've never seen before
My feet are standing here but my minds at war
You keep saying that you love me
I hit restart, restore
If it didn't work when I restarted
Guess I still needed more
Sex, sex, sex
Makes the world go turn
Flex, flex, flexing on me
You like the world to burn
Sec, sec, seconds
Of your time I've earned
Wreck, wreck, wreckage
I can't seem to ever learn
Nobody seems to have the right advice for me
And when I ask you to decide
It isn't about apathy
I've stayed up, laid up in all my chaos
Filled up, swallowed up with anxiety
And no pay off
If asked once more about sobriety
I'd still choose you
And, they can fuck off
My life is a conundrum
and nothing is fact
sometimes I drink coffee with cream
and sometimes it's black
sometimes I'm a girl
and sometimes I feel whack
but the task's intact
and the mask is cracked
took the pill you gave
still missing what I lacked
out of the womb
it was "redirect" "refract"
I love to pretend
to act the great act
but what is real
I'm not who you think
that's the fact
No, I don't want to lose my mind tonight.
It takes years but I learn to justify
chemical confusions, delusions. I fight
back, but I'm losing. A medical missed connection,
confession. I haven't learned a lesson.
No, I can't be soberright now.
I could, but these thoughts are loud
screaming, seething. You don't ask me
how I'm feeling? Stay caffeinated, agitated.
I miss feeling liberated.
"Keep up the good work-
-you really should publish."
But I've been working all night
and my body gets reckless.
As I spit towards the sky,
not understanding my successes,
I wish someone would stop me
and tell me I'm above this.
But I suffer below it,
and the evidence I dismiss.
I wish the Bible had been a guide
to actual bliss.
Instead lying and trying
just to convince,
I wish it had been about love,
I got nothing to fix.
I could scream to infinity
Sex, musk, and especially femininity
Your kiss is proof of the art of serendipity
And, when the mood is right and the mood has struck As I move down your back and try my luck
I'm as masculine as I need to be
when it's time to f-
Could you be my everything?
Everything is everything.
Samson met Delilah
when it was still in the month of Spring.
All I want is happiness.
Is there a roll for me to play?
After relinquishing my manliness,
can I still afford my price to pay?
For love and its excess. Monogamy and all its stress?
It's okay these hips move side to side,
the hands still have the power to caress
forever. What is
of happiness? I don't understand
how you don't see
that powerful hand grabbing
as it ticks towards
this bed. It is temporary,
this flesh. Yet, my memory holds
steadfast. My anxiety is
expecting your absence.
I am the cause,
fearful of the effect.
You are my longest friend
That echo that followed me at recess
What a patient companion I have
You disappear as I reassess
As a child they called me dramatic
But a child's mind understands success
I can't find success
So I have you, or you have me...I guess
I have a proclivity to the numbness
Where my dreams are my realities
Am I only me in my subconscious
Can you only see me in my deficiencies
I'm a queen, I'm flawless
People value your idiosyncrasies
As it fits into their realities
But, if you can't see me in my rawness
Past the disease in actualities
You haven't seen me
No, you haven't seen me