i went flower picking for poems
but all i got was paper cuts
i didn't find the declaration of talent
folded into the scroll of don't worry you did good
i got blood stains of idolized words that i can't recreate
i tried finding myself in the night sky
but all i saw was dark circles and a bed unslept in
i saw wasted nights where i could've been loving you
i never blinked and starred so long
that when i finally looked away from the sun
i saw stars everywhere i looked
except in the mirror
eraser shavings are spilling out my ears
because i can't allow my rough drafts to become my reality
my finger are falling off into the polish
and my arms are trying to be legs and are running away
and my legs are trying to be hearts and are running astray
and my body is trying to be something it can never be
if i don't think about it then
the framed pictures on my wall stay there
instead of being ripped off and replaced with my imitation of you
i still get itchy for the "best" bites than tickle my shins
trying to get me to go back to them
that's the thing
i never really stopped scratching them
i just pretended that my skin didn't itch