I've gotta stop writing.

I am a good girl
but nothing's wanted.
you may think something of me,
but you shouldn't.
Because I am the obituary.
Fly a little closer to the city.
I want
to change colors with the spring
To du-wop, do what they wanna do
I'd do anything.
Cuz I like the blood in your mouth
Collide, we could dig you out.
You taste like
a haunting sound
I'll trace your spine
when you're sleeping upside down
I see the clouds on the mirror
the light off says "come here"
I am a good girl
I'll raise my hand, sir
and my voice when they're home
because I know the answer
and I want to believe
and your sky waxes to sea

you're welcome.

I am guilty
of being entirely incapable
of feeling guilty.
I am not like them.
the gray souls
draped in diamonds
lit with the intentions
of dead thinking
and filling imaginary voids
and perhaps when my hands
are bleeding and thin
I will hang my head
and hang the girl
who is entirely incapable
of all that glue
and all those words
claiming to be worth saving
like gold
and burning
when the heart waves while in pieces.
but I am entirely incapable
of beating faster than I run.
and some of me is immortal
and it refuses to let me alone.
I just want to
in chalk-cocaine draw the line
and define "entirely faithful."
Entirely incapable
and guilty until proven innocent,
I just want to
fuck in my new shoes
and sleep away the sun.

blood suckers.

Wouldn't it be nice
if we lived up to the fool.
all of the ice
put out everything you knew.
Tell me when the blue is low
we've got that walking on water thing down.
c'mon we can take the blow
you can slam open the door now.

Synesthetes and inside voices.

Sometimes I wish it would come to me
Wash over everything that I believe
Count on it my favorite days of the week
Orange, purple and always green.

it's nothing.

at night
I do not stand for ice
My eyes are heavy
by choice.
Your cheap vows
you don't know how
they work on me
and it's not by choice.

In theory
I am an angel dear
see, I like what it's not
But in the dark
we've got it to an art
I want nothing
and that's a lot.

rapture.

Oh, now I know.
Did he tell you what I like?
You put on quite a show
and I don't want to be tired.
It's like a flash, I can see it and I want it now
could you turn around again?
you are a comet now.
Throw all your weight, be my best friend.

I've seen you around everywhere
heard you like to talk
JesusfuckingChrist it's loud in there
let's smoke for a couple blocks.
So take one of mine
"How do you not fit in"
I say to myself as you light me.
Don't want you to know I never did.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

I didn't lie today
but I wish I would have
Like an arrest.
We sat too close today
and I went pulling and crawling
because Lover knows best.
We all play both sides
But I'd like someone on mine.
and I'm the harmony
when approached, I'll speak.
and you the melody,
drunk and on your knees.

curled

I wanted to fight you
all afternoon
I'm not well, I dwell
I swoon
Lock myself in the projection room.

but what I want to play
You look so good.
You've got my wrists.
I can't be cryptic anymore
It makes me sick, let it come to this.
If you wanna go faster, scream
Like a moth, pin me down to it.
But what I want on repeat
You look so good.
You've got my wrists.

at the neck.

I'm not thinking 'bout knives or waves
I'm not thinking 'bout how long it would take
I'm not thinking 'bout the blood in the sink
I'm not thinking 'bout how I want to cave.

I'm not thinking 'bout you on your back
I'm not thinking 'bout at the neck
I'm not thinking 'bout how I'll lie if I have to
I'm not thinking 'bout surrendering attack

I'm not thinking 'bout mud on my knees
I'm not thinking 'bout thrashing to the Back of the B Side
I'm not thinking 'bout asking nice
I'm not thinking 'bout hunting down your pride