don't you dare cross me.

i'll lock you in my ribcage and throw away the skeleton key.

it's amazing.

this painful, aching beating in my insides is a pseudo-heart beat. i almost feel normal.

confession.

every time i see you my insides twist and there's a snow storm in my head and i feel light and i feel whole and my insides pound through the pa and i get so overwhelmed i almost faint. but you'll never know. i'll never tell you. the best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.

truth is, i love the way we try to act like we don't know.

embers a flame in golden december.

this lullaby has gotten the best of us. the doctor told me i had forgotten who i was and i told him not to worry, for i never really knew who i was. achy bones make for salted excuses. i agree with you. everyone glows, i'm just dimmer than the rest of the world. i can't follow my dreams anymore, they put a restraining order against me. intelligence is overrated. words are the obsession. i can't stop trying to analyze myself. speaking profoundly is like a drug to me. can't stop. i don't do it for you. actually, i do the opposite for you. you'll never understand me, but that's okay. me either.

"i'd promise you anything for another shot at life."

that is all.

consigning my insides to your concious lies.

my heart can be found at the bottom of your shoe. i know what you're thinking. i didn't know i ever had one either.

dedicated to midtown.

encapsulate the hate.
my wait always comes in late.
we are the last to show and the first to go.
at last we hear the whistle blow.
wherever we may roam,
we will always know it's easier when no place feels like home.