these hands…break me…make up…lots of things….
fibing stones…overtuned bones…like insects of a pedigree

shouting from out the elastic flesh, weak to the emotional distress
burn out…eyes struck…tongue hot…cold face…
stern as a mosquito on a mission and I hurt ceaselessly

can you patch me up?
can you wait for me?
can you hold me?
can you just accept me for now?

I hurt, you hurt, we’ve been through some stuff that we can’t get through
TV screens archaic breaking up the lenses, LED is poor company when you are crying

blush me, blush me, blush me,
hurting me to the bone and marrow
hurting you to the bone and marrow
am I soup for your seething soul or are you mine to adorn with cold?

can’t you ever wait for me?

we ran marathons up  a lane of Jack and Jill territory
but I broke my crown and you ran after me not to heal it
is friendship meant to be collective pain?
wanting my crown fixed, a humpty dumpty catacomb?
no honey runs to rot! no honey runs to rot!

can you wait for me?!
why am I repeating myself?!
this is supposed to know you
this is supposed to know you
this is supposed to know you
this is  supposed to know you
this is supposed to know you
this is supposed to know you

burning in cold, teasing with fire fans

everything matters if it matters to you

I want to matter
can you wait for me…won’t you…