tangibly evident, sick

no idea,
my guts
wanting to spill
things
i
knew
nothing
about.

ok
....i may have known
something
about the rhythm of the last
whirlwind into
space

i don't i don't i don't i hear see taste imagine feel nothing

(i lie lie lie like the comfiest rug)

your cocoon holds no glow

(oh..crap ...what do i know...)

hmm. what do i KNOW.
a look
a sound
a taste, dammit, a taste
that sense

who wants to know all of that....what for.....
are you sure...??

(no)

open sesame

i'm slamming doors.

i'm a lot of things, as everyone is.
me, firstly.
whether or not a person has a million things 'wrong' with them
or things people would not like in them
there is always something infinitely amazing within.
a reason
that person
is loved
and
a reason
that person
exists.

through the insanely long list of things i could say
of things i am sure no one loves me for
things i know are unlovable in every possible way,
somewhere in the thickly wooded forest
lies the sparkling jewel
i have always known
is me.

and whatever it is i am
is going to be enough
for someone
to find the key
and,
if it fits,
unlock the door

so fuck leaving it open
and trying to lure anyone in

i'm slamming doors