You look like you just fell out of bed
Your morning breath and messy head
You’re smiling though which is good sign
So maybe today we might be fine.
Oh no. Wait. Damn.
You think I’m not looking.
Your smile is gone.
You’re just a bag of bones under that grin
And there’s nothing I can do.
Nothing I can say to make it right.
I’m sorry your world is so hard
That every day is a shard
Into your sad soul.
You don’t greet the day
You are a reluctant passenger on this sphere
Is your end near?
Every time I leave you, I say goodbye.
‘I’m great thanks, I really think I have a handle on it, this time.’
I smiled and hoped she wouldn’t see the lack of twinkle in my eye
The lack of soul. It had gone away for the day.
Nothing happening here.
I was a shell on a chair.
All I could do was stare.
She has pity and I feel shitty.
I don’t want to seem weak… bleak.
I only give the tip of the berg
But there are mountains in this deep sea
To get to the real me.
Unexplored and dark.
Better leave it alone.
Don’t you think ?
Better not to sink.
Stay afloat. Stay afloat.
‘I’m fine thanks’.
What a beautiful cloak those words are.
I nestle into them well.
But underneath I’m naked.
I think you’re lying to me.
But that’s ok.
I’ll take your sugar however it may come.
Unrefined and coarse.
I’ll stir it into the liquid of me
My veins will clog with the syrupy sweetness of you
Too much of a good thing can make you sick
But thankfully you’re often a prick
And then my blood runs clear
But my heart turns cold
But then you’re sweet again
And I lap you up
I wish you were honey
At least in that there is good
At least honey is pure
What we have is …unsure
And at the end of it all
This sickly depravity
These endless cavities
This constant lick and bite
I lose my senses I lose my sight.