It can’t reach your eyes
White with all that you swallow
Your empty hole full of empty lies
To wash down those guys
The life you lead based on lies
The chip that you’ve choked on
That you lie upon the lies from before
The pricks that you’ve choked on
One two three, thirty-two
Never able to be trusted
Perfectly aligned, thirty two
Never having another chance.
Rules for Relationships
Build your nest, be it queen, king, twin, single.
Single, and your fluttering heart feels landlocked.
Take two down comforters, shroud your body.
Exposed goose feathers tickling your skin,
their weight keeping your emotions immobilized.
The mattress craters beneath your skin,
cradling your self-created pain.
Lay still and focus on the rising of your belly.
Light a cigarette, inhale, exhale.
Replay your mother telling you
“In through your nose and out through your mouth.”
Tap. Tap. Dampness. –Stop-
Breathe. In through your nose and out through your mouth.
The taste of nicotine on your tongue and teeth.
Sleep is welcome.
Build your walls up higher.
Replay your parents telling you to “Always kill them with kindness.”
Peaches drowns out your parents’ advice.
“Fuck the pain away.”
My friends tell me the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.