Tie my shoesI drag my face through the mud Running across the ceiling with scissors Sirens through graveyards I chew my memories just like she taught me to I slouch straighter when she walks through Smooth the wrinkles from my smile Scrub time from my lips Crush my heart inside Kiss you with braces on my teeth I can grow like roots Be what clocks scream I can’t beTie my shoes
Vegetabels make you grow
Not much has changed
Never swear to God
I'm still a child
Don't cry sweetheart &n
Broken ShoesYour shoes were always too big My feet were always too awkward I try to walk straight but I stumble I try to be brave but I falter I held up your image like a mirror Pretending the reflection was mine I had no right to I had no place to I just thought …well you just thoughtBroken Shoes
… I wish I had your thoughts Who had the taller glass of water? Who was faster or who was smarter? Measure me up Stretch me out until I’m right Pull and tug Clarity comes I knew already I couldn’t be perfect I just didn’t want to believe
TimeTime's autograph has stained her features. Gently scaling over paint peeled floors, the taste of cigarettes and bourbon lingers in the walls and window panes of this tiny suburban shelter that never quite equated to a home. “I brought you milk and eggs” I say looking at the state of this day through the cracks in her tea cup. She lives in these years of loosened alabaster skin and papery eyes; light and crumpled for too long. Familiarity is well....all too familiar to this woman who remains exactly as I left her; paralyzed in her whims and misgivings. She sits rather blankly sipping chamomile and scrutinizing over the soiled linoleum floor asTime
1749 -Because memory decieves youI could’ve been honest its hard to say, really when you cant remember what honesty tastes likeBecause memory decieves you
and you’ve finally found the
switch above the doorway it wasn’t far. I must’ve missed it on purpose.
actually, its only (futile) memories that I’m attempting to fix the showers cold Its all clear now, but there’s ghosts in every corner and they’re throwing shadows on the walls
now, I’m feeling uninspired,
her voice just sounds like static -
Reality gives me a daily headache and I keep waiting for a 3 AM phone cal
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