Alive(ish)
Hold it in don’t let them see, you’ll fall if they know. I can say “I love you” in seven languages, but what good will it do when no one is worth the words? We’re all poseurs, deep down inside we know we aren’t exactly what we say. Where are the butterflies, did you touch them and did they crumble? Where did that scar come from? I made it a long time ago, don’t you remember when it was fresh? I wear too much black you say? I say you wear too many fake smiles. I read because this world is too boring to hold my attention (what did you say?). My friends have names not faces or faces and names I can’t remember. The sky is pink when I wake up and black when I go to sleep, but really I’m only alive at night. Am I breathing? My lungs hurt like fire, I think I may be drowning. What is love, I can’t quite explain, but step inside my head and see. I want to die looking at mountains because I’ve never been in the mountains in my life but they seem alive unlike me. Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 09:47 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Hold it in..."