[organic-thoughts]

need not depend on others, honey for disappointment runs in funny lines

instead, just be your own best friend take trips and write in counts of ten

for you are the only thing guaranteed life or death, your friendship lies in immortality

i write to see the colors in my room to see one other than the one that’s holding you

[organic-thoughts]

him and i, we used to sit upon the barricades smoke weed, drink whiskey and wine

through the smoke, he’d see the empty face of a girl with too much to say

he told me he had nothing to lose but he knew i wanted to

he snapped pictures of me and stored them in his mind

for he saw a break in the dark one that could lead him to a better fate

him and i, we used to run the ruins sprinting past old romances and smiles galore

but with every nostalgic telling, he kept notice and without a hint, he left me blind

him and i, we separated in a haste for he ran the story of a girl like me

who’s sins deserved a scarlet letter who deserved to bathe in red

and kudos to him, for he knew a mistake once he laid eyes upon her

i swore i’d always remain sober and to blink was perilous

to remain calm in the face of danger and that trust was a risk in itself

an innocent, only fifteen he let her bleed

[organic-thoughts]

desperate to erase the colors around me you’ll praise their whining despairs

it seems like everyone around me only care when it’s their turn to grieve

the doors, they’re just creaking in harmony around my room waiting for me to react

daylight, in my mind, seems to be an outcast but the light breaks at the smell of liberation