Air to the Flames

There I go
blindfolded with my fists up
Kicking and punching for sustainability
You know you don't always have to be fighting for something
He says
Yes I should know that shouldn't I

I’ve never thrown a knife nor
Fought the monster
So why do I feel so violent
The most aggressive are the ones without an outlet
And i've found I bruise quite easily
I’ve got broken teeth and soft cheeks
Delicately angry

And there I was
 hushed quiet
I wonder if he knows the sun in his house falls perfectly
We spoke of the past
While he cooked
He parked my car
And we laughed at me
But I was told I should not see him anymore
And maybe I won’t
Maybe I won’t

 I haven’t been able to go on those bike rides lately

he told me of how he wished for thunderstorms

And I turned off the notifications on my phone
And I started writing more songs
And I lied to her and went driving alone
And I made a girl cry which I shouldn’t have done

But don’t you think it’s time for you to admit it all?

And here I am
Watching the smoke curl
And rise
Air to the flames
Breath is not simplified here
And the fire takes its throne
Ash trays are like swimming pools
In the rumbling wake of the underground
And you are like god
only smaller
And less mysterious;

Sometimes it still amazes me
How things so seemingly different can equally be as alive
Burning water drowning in flame
I blame bukowski for my bitter romanticism
I could blame a lot of things
For everything else

There is supposed to be a time
For everything
And you are supposed to make time
for everything
But how is it I can make anything of the sorts
if you
are the godlike one
And I
Am not;

But
It still amazes me
how things so seemingly solidified
can change so easily
How I can change so easily
I thought I was supposed to be
Better
but it’s a wonder how I can continue to say that
and only increasingly
Get worse

I’m dramatic;
and you’re quite patronizing

And those I’ve loved are swollen

Some face down

others on their backs

Floating
In your throne room

All hail





Your persecutors