MY HANDS

my hands are bleeding
and my knees are scraped up
my heart's been hurting
and tongue is parched

the road it keeps twisting and turning
it feels so damn long
and i don't think that i can
do this for too long

see, these are the fantasies of a dreamer
i used to view myself
i was a firm believer
in one love and true fate (I believe in love and fate)

but on the quest to find
another like mind
maybe i've been
too eager.

because every interaction has turned
into something more than this
and what is this?
shit

my hands are bleeding
and my knees are scraped up
my hearts been hurting
and my tongue is parched

the road it keeps twisting and turning
it feels so damn long
and i dont think that
i can do this for too long
no i dont think that i
can do this.

Waiting for my reprimand

For god knows what
I'm almost glad you don't have a phone

I don't want to read and re-read THEN process
the out of order texts

Is it any better that I sit and press refresh
On my tiny screen's browser

FOuR hours
Waiting.
FOR an email
Where you'll tell me all the things I'm doing wrong.

If She sings the same sad silly song
This is why its never changed:
She still feels the same

A continuation of a situation
That leaves her drained

Some thing you've been

saying
loudly and underneath
your breath
"I'm just trying to have a good day and you're bringing me down."