Elucidating Questions

I don’t trust anyone

Even looking with a heart open

Is it open?

Or is it covered and hidden away?

Is it hidden away?

Or is it out here and bleeding where no one can see it but they could see it if they so happened to push any number of correct buttons.

I want to trust someone with it but it’s so battered and bruised

Who would want something like this?

I’m sure any other would do

Still waiting for someone to say the right thing

Or a daylight calling from you

Am I just mimicking human interaction?

Is there any real reason or attraction?

Is it just saying words to fill the space?

Looking over the answers before masking my face?

I just want to find someone

Who’s still here when the day is done

Did I imagine it?

Maybe my reality is twisted

Maybe I made it up

Maybe I’m delusional

My reality never matches anyone elses

People don’t make the same connections I do

Maybe it’s all in my head

Maybe I’m just dreaming again

I don’t really know him anyways

I don’t know anything about him

Who would sit here and watch with me

As many films as we could from Ghibli

And welcome all these little friends

Support me when the day ends

Who could love me with out it ending in pain?

All of the love I had was in vain

Is it all right to only wait for that spark?

Am I supposed to somehow reshape my heart?

And higher, desire, and fire

He kept me awake again last night

Another song stuck in my mind on repeat

Singing about never ever ever

Getting over her

And I just lie there awake wondering why?

Of all the songs that happened yesterday

And that song didn’t even happen

Would it be a miracle?

If she just so happened to do the exact same thing and hecked off to do her own thing?

Does she even know how beautiful he is?

I wonder.

No wonder,

I don’t know a thing.

But the songs keep coming

Glimmering

So all you do is you look at your thought 

And you tell it to fuck off

But before you do that

You pretend you’re your own therapist and psycho analyse it until it cries

Take every thought

And kick it through the proverbial window and out into the front yard

Not the backyard that’s how spirits get in

Don’t even let it in the vacinity

Get electric grass

Invent electric grass and then get it

So when your thought lands in the yard it dies from electrocution

It’s smart grass it only electrocutes thoughts

Thoughts are like dick picks

You aren’t paying attention and then

Woah there’s a huge one what the fuck is that thing doing there

Am I suggesting we throw dick picks onto electric grass?

Why, sure, this is imaginary land because we’re talking about brains so why the fuck not?

Just look at your thought dead in the eye

Learn it like you learn a person from their face

Ask where it came from and then throat punch directly in its face

That’s right, its face