You and I

(Cool title, huh?)
Things are complicated right now, I know.
But one day, you and I will get out of this web.
We'll live by a fence of your choice.
And I swear to you.
This will all just be blurred pictures by the end.
Please lend me your index finger.
And a wrinkled old map.
Our whole life could be a Kodak Moment.
I swear.

Pedastol

You are not you anymore
You're made of all these strange new parts
These parts that aren't you
So stop pretending you're the same
Stop pretending you are the all mighty
And get off that high horse, Frankenstein's Monster

You're not
You make me kind of sick
The way you think you're unchanged
Still so true to us
Like the world would fumble if you left for an hour
I'm not okay anymore, and not just because of you
I wish I could laugh like I speak
And speak like I write

You make me sick Frankenstein's Monster.
You're still my best friend.

--Angsty journal write. Boom.

Weird things

So, after I wrote that post in my notebook about the retinas, pupils, etc.
I turned to the next page, and this, not in my handwriting was written
"I can see behind your eyes"
I am a little freaked out right now.
Coincidence makes me sleepy.

Eyes

Let me hold your pupils, let me see all the stars that made you afraid
Your irises will no longer serve a purpose, just bruises
Peel off those retinas like band-aids
Soon no one will know what you have seen
Just you, me, and the adhesive on your lids

Misconception

When you said the first step would hurt like a thousand knives
And that it would get better
I didn't think you meant it would just be 999 knives from then on out.

The Past

Looking at those pictures
And seeing us happy
Makes the space just beneath my chest ache
I miss you
I'll call you soon
I promise
We'll make it better