He and she and we and us and them and you and all of them over there and here and the ones left out and the ones leaving out and the lonely and the secretly lonely and the ones who will come to know loneliness and the blessed people who turn off the lights at school and leave to turn on a light somewhere else....I wish I could take care of them all and hold them to me forever and just hear them breathing. I wish I could hold you so still that I could hear the blood from your hands flowing up somewhere towards the cranium and that when it passes by your heart you might feel a little tug. And I hope it'll be you missing me and your body trying to leave its impression on mine and your fingers memorizing the curve of my smile and how your hands leave a trail of goosebumps across my stomach. And I hope that you'll feel peaceful and smile. Never close your dreamer's eyes.

I like to pretend that imaginary people are watching me from cameras. Life is easy to live if you are acting out your life's story for a live audience. It makes me feel important. I am worth something if people take notice of me.

When I set this system up in my head, I thought it was foolproof. Until I realized they'd see everything. Humiliating things. Fuck ups.

Now I can't seem to put a pause on them and they are always watching me.

Take me to pleasant places
Far beyond the fat ink stains
And the sneering red lips
Asking why you aren't dead

It is easy to find peace in peaceful people
And even easier to find war
Through a gossip's lies

Take away the hasty letter
And I'm a martyr for
A purring adolescent
With octopus arms

Poets are passive aggressive
(I've learnt)