The most dangerous flower is tandem beautiful
and even when it's eating you
you can look into its eyes for a quick whisper
that it's going to be okay.

It's unlikely that I'll see you eye to eye
or bother avoiding delicacies.
you're too sweet, you see.
you're too sweet, and you're perfect for me.
And I wanted to be devastated.
I want to feel numb and cross.

I want to live in a crawlspace of life
because as much as there is a soul for everyone
mine has died. he has died.

he has died in my arms, and I crushed his corpse
to dust, for me to shove into my eyes
and gather the semblance of irrational vulnerability.
Because to be frank, I feel nearly nothing.

My mind is vacant, as my eyes, as my heart.

Do you regret? I regret some stuff.
Not a lot. Not so much to fill a book.
But enough to fill a sentence.

I regret living in my head.

To disconnect from my head would be bliss.
To reconnect with earth would be bliss.

I called you a king.
Draped you in waking robes
and kissed your feet with misery,
I called you a king.

And you are that,
and I regret
rebelling.

hair 2

I'll just keep cutting my hair til I feel okay,
and he said to me, he said,
"You'll never be okay, I can promise you that"
and I said, oh did i ever say,
I said nothing, and I picked up those scissors,
and I cut til my skull plucked itself pink into the air,
and I said nothing.

hair 1

I have long black hair, and I hate it.
I hate it because you like it, and I hate that.

I have big brown eyes, and you like when they're plain,
so I'll crease them blacker than holes so you'll never see them again.

You'll see a bright star piercing the sockets
and it won't be you, and you'll never recognize me again.