Written after a night with friends, a reaction to certain events. |
Firewater When the firewater comes I drink to be warmed, not to be consumed And as those who burn complete find themselves cleansed reborn like the pheonix though they know not why My blistered skin still flames and itches long after with knowledge I did not want, an emotional hangover that coffee cannot overcome Maybe one day I'll dive into the sun Hidden Messages With teeth I paint flags onto my skin A strip of ghostly white between two thick bands of magenta Don't break it Bruise if you must My knuckles burn The dark pressure overwhelms me. In the morning, no one will ever know Stained Just as the ink of this pen now stains my fingers The black dye crawling between pale skin cells The words he said last night, and those he said, too, and him, Cling to my brain and coat my nerves You're an anomaly You're too amazing to date me I like you're eyes Only a fuck-up would date me Let's go to Mars and raise goats Your freckles suit you I love her or her or her (but not you, he means. That's what they all really mean - not you) I'm so depressed (he says) Will you (someone else - never me) kiss me? I can scrub my fingers raw and the ink will trickle down the drain But those words are seared in scar tissue I'll always have I wish I could scrub the words out And leave the ink instead |