Obviously I’ve Taken Psych100
metallic sheen of the knife in your eyes
green yet icy and uninviting: nothing grows here
i realized you did not care for me, at all
all the crocodile tears, hoarded like blood diamonds
i long for you even now, mere longing unloading my
real tears
are they still mocking you, if you agree?
sadness turns people into animals
bark at me under five layers
of projected insecurities,
murmur about faults and blame games
tut tut at “My Very Best”
with a skewed self-view
spite is taunting and hissing
in the face of healthy coping mechanisms
you can say nothing in a thousand words:
a picture can be blank
people can live blank, if they want to
there are hollow spaces if you look
something has been looted
(from me, or just general vacancy)
its futile to wail about emptiness anymore
i’ve been shaped by a fruitless womb,
in a barren earth
I’m pretty vain for a depleted reservoir
looking up at rolling wisps of ashy smog,
the sky is about to crack open,
walk on eggshells or get cheese in your toes
i met the same person in a thousand faces
i don’t think i want to know any one
this avatar doesn’t fit right
my soul is on backwards
wistfulness for something: abstract