My trembling heart
Must let me go.
They’re so enormous and small at the same time, just like,
what am I to you? I like the way hearts beat and —
I meant, why did he walk away?
Clocked in silhouette, an earthquake, and like a flinch of a butterfly’s wing
I want the last two stings
on your guitar
Twist it and fold it into a ring
I want you to wear it.
He doesn’t know what he is.
Yorke, a bagel, Lord of the Rings;
A lion and a fox, a Prince
Covering the surface of the brain
My thoughts are frozen dead and alive under the permanent frost of electricity
Metaphors start to sing in my head, no alarms and no surprises
They’re different because I hear it from my bones.
I am blind. I am deaf. My spine must be twisted
awkwardly childish and a hypocrite
I need a better proportion —
For my body and thus my time
I can’t stop thinking about you
Ugly people, just edit yourselves.
I must have forgotten to sing with melancholy, sing like a lost star
I must have forgotten about being alive
about staying alive
Let them fear but not hate
I’d like a cage. I’d like there to be a curator with an eye prosthesis.
It’s easier to rule if you let them fear you
But what do I even like about you?
I am physically incapable like a narcissist
I am a river, I flow with the dance of soil
I am a river enrolled in a drama academy, answering to the call of the winds
Narcissist, you win.