Elucidating Questions

You knew who when

You knew it then but I can’t let myself give in to thinking anything because it would hurt too much to even think

I’m not even worth a line in a song

A notch on the bedpost

Neither

And I don’t know when or who or what or why I just know that regardless what follows

It’s not for

I just need somewhere to go

Someone who is willing to help me be me again but I can’t seem to get the better of them they sew my lips shut and my arms closed and my eyes to the ground and hiding

Please don’t talk to me come near me

Help me

Will never leave these lips again simply because then everyone else wins

Don’t they?

Oh look I’m needed I feel so important but now I hate you because I don’t want to be needed and if you need me you’re too much go away

I wonder what it’s like to feel needed

I could drop dead and the story wouldn’t flinch

You act like I’m demanding a mile when I’m begging for a fucking inch

Couplets

Coupled

Together

Good for fucking them

We can all sew words together but we’re all just losing

When I die

If there even was a heaven

Would it just be a place without pain where someone knew my name because I can’t remember

Any of these days and someone said after was a mirror of the living and I don’t have any

So what if I get there and

Hermes is being a fucker and interrupting my crying while typing by auto filling in contradictions to every sentence I put through

I’m looking at you

Stop

I don’t believe you.

Hermes you know me and you know when I’m drowning

But knowing you know me isn’t trust

And I know now too

The love isn’t trust

That’s a cop out.

But it’s true.

It’s not begging for a fucking inch?

It must be really hard to know me then.

Or are you referring to begging for 7 inches approximately?

Why?

I don’t understand you anymore.