9-23-16
I'd tell you I'll slow down for you,
Because you're worth it,
But I'll tell you with a laugh
That I couldn't even expect that much of myself-
We both know the creation in my limbs
Ends in destruction.

Shut up and kiss me tonight,
Just like I'm used to,
Give me yourself,
Because im pretty sure I left you
At the bottom of staircase,
The one I'd hop off of,
Because skipping steps
Was as easy as skipping meals.
The same staircase that
Melted us into the corner
As the whole house was quiet
But your fingers didn't like
That, they told me so.

You may be something that sparkles like diamonds,
but I've got about a thousand memories,
Dripping in fresh blood,
and I've got diamonds hanging from
Those cuts,
Tell me how your prisms are different.

I'm pretty sure I left you on the bathroom floor,
Where we got high,
When I had your tee shirt and nothing else on,
The same room with flickering lights,
And stained tiles.

I'm pretty sure I left you on the windowsill,
Where the rain soaked through the screens on the windows,
And scented the floorboards,
Like somebody clicked reset.

I'm pretty sure I left you up against the wall,
When we were kissing,
and when you were the only one on that wall,
While I was pretty sure I'd leave
And pretty sure you're an ass,
But pretty sure I love you.
Were you so sure?
Don't answer that.

I'm pretty sure I left you like the
Johnny Cash record we never put away,
When did you stop spinning?

I'm pretty sure I left you right where I found you,
Because we never went anywhere anyways.
And I'm pretty sure I left you,
But I don't know why.
I'm pretty sure you've made up more of these walls
Than I have.
I'm pretty sure I went and fucked it up again,
Because they say you don't know what you have until it's gone,
But baby, I knew,
I just hoped you wouldn't get too tangled in the flame
(You shouldn't have touched me, oh god I'm sorry,
And I love to do things in threes
But burns are an exception).

I can't be more than what I am,
And I guess,
I need to not have any more than that
Expected of me.
I need you to look at me
And see what I do to people
And not be afraid.
- (m.m)

Tall glasses,
Expensive substances
(You're catching my eye more so than the liquor-
That says something).
I'm looking at mystic eyes
Through shots and psychedelics,
But you're so much more captivating,
Because the worst drug in here
Isn't on the streets,
No, in my head,
She's right beneath me.
I'm not like these hungry eyes,
Or maybe I am,
Maybe I don't know,
But I'll be everything you need.
- (m.m)