this is when i have to tell you the truth. goodbye.

it takes a steady hand to keep it all together. but my hands are all over the place now, grasping for something to hold on to. and yours are slippery, though steady, oh my god. this is it. this is the infinite moment that has captured my soul. with my lips above water, unable to quench my thirst, would you come and kiss me? it's something that would not harm you, but could ultimately be detrimental to me. the sensation of skin, a touch that means a thing. restate it three times; i am not, haven't been, never was. but i'm in love with you. it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. i'll be okay someday. but today i can't. i have to tell you that i can't stay under your stare today. it'll be okay. you'll be alright. you already are. you seem to be doing just fine without me.

freedom.

what if i only existed here?

when you sit and stare, i guess i make a better window than a soul.

sometimes you look at me so deeply
that i can feel you penetrating my insides
and see them running through your mind
and infront of your eyelids
like you can lay them neatly out on a square shaped table
with all four legs intact.
but what if i close my eyes
and let this machine glide into the other lane
would i be even more open to the world?
would they, then, have you take out my insides
and lay them on a cold table
under the lights, for everyone to pick apart?
no, no don't stay
don't say you lost one of your buttons
and you need the start of a new day.
i know what it's like to get up early and stay out late,
waiting for the light of a brand new day.
my hands get cold, and my eyes get blue
but i have wool and glass to cover that too.
if you saw me crying on the side of the road, with a skinned knee
and heard her waiting for you,
you would leave me.
just like they always do.
just like they always do.
don't worry, i won't tell anyone that you glanced past me
i won't tell anyone that you couldn't see me.