dysphoric.

dysphoria hits and i’m strung out for days
drunk on memories, even the good ones fade
so line up the excuses for never feeling quite right
and shoot em down the line
for now another day means another fatal blow
dragging me toward the setting sun
to ignite any semblance of hope

???????.

I'm mesmerized by your question marks,
all the things I want to know...

impossible colour.

the distance between
that person and me
everything I've wanted to be
the impossible colour will destroy me

mtmm.

more than mildly manic;

I got stoned in the shower/
found your resonant frequency.
your beacon was
calling out to me.

pity.

infected my mind like a parasite
I can't seem to shake you
you've burrowed into me
inexplicably, and
my brand of bravery
is shying away tonight
weakness on full display
pity me

mildly manic.

mildly manic, I'm
escaping temptation
by skating social niceties/
laying low
praying not to be found.
maybe I'm smiling, I don't know.
the mirror's in love with me
and I'm in no state for company.

to the wind.

flying hands meet
foreign skin
throwing smooth introductions
to the wind

consume.

craving the consumption
fill me right up
something in my soul feels empty
another hole to fill
what's left of self control
when the hunger takes over

shambles.

Scott said "swim!"
and I am,
I am pedestrian at best/
in shambles.
I'm caught in a wood-chipper,
waving flags for weeks
and I'm fatigued
holding on to holding out.
I'm setting my own traps.

ssl.

Can't settle down,
won't settle in
following heart in circles
here it goes again.
Silly little libra
always aiming to please
unbury your head
and pick up your feet.