i cannot feel circles and circles i have pretended lost beneath voices of familiar faces crossing tears broken strings like a child release me stop asking these questions tonight he saw me let it go pictures of you magic kisses i have walked down these roads i always wanted to believe there were times i thought i knew it all hollow fears i'm not waiting for you take me back tell me stories i've tapped into a perosonality pretend to see me through my eyes notice me for one fucking time just tell me to stop another story if you told me what to say i want to wash away


hollow fears leave vacant rooms
an emptiness i wish to fill
a lonliness i must comfort with
there is peace between the sheets
when everything only appears complete
but you lie between the doors
a divide that parts our worlds
your mastery of my strings
your habitual charm and needy me’s
these things i notice
these things i breathe, calculate, and punish
there’s more to me than a morning disease
than a quick fix to calm your tease
for once look at me
not in candle light
not in the shadow’s night
for once touch me
in passions visible to the day
letting go of old hidden ways
i know there’s something missing
an incompleteness from the kissing
i know you for what the surface shows
when my next day’s standing is pushed further below
but i also know what you won’t be for me
constantly wondering if you’d ever like to see
so until then these games we play
dictated by a spinning craze
will either settle down the pieces
or surface what’s between the creases