i'm about to tell you what to do
i don't mean to second guess
expressions only antagonize
the no longer uninformed
and always deconstructed
i define feelings but i don't mean to
scare you like you scare me
now there are two of us
on this sweat soaked chair
i keep leaning forward
heavy handed and too heady
to stand up on my own
when you say
she suffers from A Cute Depression
i consider Your Intentions
i never recognized
my sk** sets on my own
performing under the pressure
of the Same Old Scenery
let me submit to you
let me be the way you want
let me find a comfortable position
for this bent neck to rest
pretending not to hear
sounds other people make
little sirens moving oceans
a**uring i'm safe
if you only knew how hard
i made it for my self conscious
insecurities as a meltdown
under the sun's orbit tone
i muted to say you still love her
i can't find a way to love my self
i can only find these words
i don't think i'm going to give
because this is not a love poem
this is the way we look at each other
when neither of us know
how to stop shouting