Awkward Skin

days blur together

red into yellow giving way to purples

and dark skies above

cold on my tongue and sex noises from behind the door

yellow and flowers covering up the hole in my heart

where i use to lay my head

to much information floating through my head

is this normal? do people feel this way?

look at you and blink everything stays the same

my hair grows a little longer

sometimes i think i'm falling in love with you

but the feelings drift away

like boats into the sea

on a cloudy day

some times i look like a hipster swallowed me up

i can push my hair behind my ears, its been so long

and i wonder why melancholy looks so attractive from the outside

there's this bright patch of red from where i look out on this lonely street

i wish i could read you, but i can't

complications and cold sweats

i've spent so much time here and so little of it during the day

how many weeks have i spent inside this box

thinking, humming to myself

i like my tea too sweet

and my boys cold and distant

but secretive and hurt on the inside

am i tightrope walking and i don't even know it

has it happened and i don't even know it

i wonder what the lights look like all light up at night

i can't feel this way

what a funny shape your face has turned into

someone you don't know looking back at you in the mirror

and that door still doesn't want to close

i try to imagine everything like it's the first time i've ever seen it before