I’m a dead body in the passenger seat
of your car;
wreck yourself, and perhaps I’ll
pull a Jesus fucking Christ
—Christ fucking Jesus?
—Jesus Christ fucking?
Fucking Jesus Christ, am I right?
Anyway…
Fool yourself into believing there’s
anything about me worth loving
The world will see things rather differently,
so you know,
because the world only sees
what it cares to
I am the focal point of each blind eye
They look right through me on purpose,
as though too much love
makes me loveless
Maybe they’re right, but I don’t
want someone who cares if I’m wrong
I want you to see all the ugly around us,
and never fear we’ve been irreversibly infected
For we live in the shadow of tyrants,
and it’s made me begrudge my own existence
What I need most is someone who’s
willing to help me remember
that beauty is worth fighting for;
someone to help shoulder the sickness
I can’t keep living alone with
The life I dreamt of having was not
so limited in its experiential scope
as to assume I could ever be
the entire universe to anyone,
so please don’t ask the inverse of me
Encourage me to want (without shame)
that which acts as rocketed bliss,
and I will be your unshackled companion;
one which never forgets where home is,
or resents its whereabouts
Either that, or we can simply
keep trying to swim in shore-sand;
time wasted until we are wasted by time
—regretful graves left unmarked
by their own owners
for being too mediocre to memorialize
I need you to appreciate
that we are better than this idling engine,
however safe it might make us feel