5-14-16
I'm strung out on some drug they call human.
These eyes are getting sleepy,
I want to slip into your embrace.
Stay awake "just keep me up, keep me up"

Awaking to covered windows and loud noises from the living room (I could sleep through a hurricane with you in my veins, and I wonder, why is that?),
My first thought is that my entire life is centered around obsession.
You're no different.
You're no exception, I'm sorry.

I feel myself scratch at all the bullet holes decorating this facade.
Sometimes I question if they see it
Sometimes I just want to know what they see.

Honesty cuts like a knife,
But lies can stay unrecognized,
For awhile, at least.
It doesn't bring much comfort.
Perhaps I'm a product of what i hate.
I mean just look at me,
Lying about so much of my life the way she does.
She doesn't really understand most of those lies slip straight through my teeth and find their way to her.
She doesn't really understand I lie at all,
But I think she's getting suspicious about all of these bullet holes now.

Oh god, don't let them see me.
They'll see through the spaces you've carved out,
And you might not think that's a bad idea,
but I do,
Baby,
They can't see me- trust me.
- (m.m)