YouInventedMe

worrying in the quiet. if you're not okay, then I'm not okay.

there is a sting and a shape you can’t make out but it takes you and we are at base level stories in the blood foundational measuring the world’s teeth the speaking universe something is stuck come quick rip it free come quick something is stuck here (inside of me)

I’m holding my breath when the air no longer hurts the mountains undress

and every part of me still sings but now the audience is absent oh where once my timid heart hoped they’d join me in the song you turn your head you hide your hands the dream is gone

core the lighthouse, love shrink from the ocular glow like all things ended

what makes the change the fang the slope of the jaw we are soft tamped & gentle uncalloused of hand . come circle the portrait an outfitted sorrow all my words leaving him un(a)dressed still he exhales like I do

distant entire those who've shared the alchemy of blood those empires of yesterday those reasons for crawl and there's something about a blushing ghost all the art we make of cobwebs while the earth in glacial increments dictates the strange and terrible director & stage light & tunnel

if you can't leave 'em with a laugh you can leave 'em sawed in half I'm hoisting the white flag and hanging it half-mast see I've got past experience I know the shape of a casket keep the question on your tongue it doesn't mean you didn't ask it I'm composed of screeching static a vaguely man-shaped panic underneath all the anxiety the depression's feeling manic like whoa there partner wait your turn we've got another bridge to burn and contents of a leaky gut to empty up here in the churn forty years all haunted by the specters of the spectrum unsure which monsters mean him harm and which want to protect him either way he's gobbled up a hollow bag of bones to crunch here lies the living memory of a life completely motherfucked spent a decade seeking comfort in the powders and the potions and hands that turned to sand gone sifted when he tried to hold em now he's shifted or replaced all of the idols on his totem but no bell's ever been unrung sometimes broken

and who's to even know if I've gone ghost again together alone skin now silent where once my caress was comfort where once my hands were conductors of symphonies and sparks in the dark I felt you flinch my chest caved in despite lack of intention . we kiss closed off I no longer pull joy from you . it is not my lot to be missed so I'll softly fade while you shift you have taken the moon from my mouth

swerve admiring you admiring the view beauty look at all the beauty look sometimes I sense sinister on the side of the road sometimes every passer-by is full of hope and always I am full of your music pulse this world shares the joy of you