Existentialism:

You see me for all that I am.
My imperfections and flaws on a pedestal.
My essence in naked daylight.

You see right through my paper-thin skin,
past my raw, chalk-white bone,
to the parts and pieces that matter most.

& you're still here.

We're still alive.

“We don't possess a soul.
We are Souls. We possess a body.”

(I can see so much life in us.)

Back & Forth:

Somwhere along these lines,
we'll come undone.
You & me, drunken young.

I'm counting on your fingers,

down to the days you'll be gone.

Just how much air will I need?
When your tide crashes over me.

We choose all the
right promises to break.

Portrait in Sepia:

Baby, there's a pattern in this system.
There's a bullet in the gun.
That's why I tried to save you, but it can't be done.

Well, if they don't put me away.
Hell, it would be a miracle.

Pour que vous:

Locked away safe in my veins,
pieces of you still swim.
As you leave me breathless with wishes
& your deep marks in my skin.

For you,
I'd bleed myself dry.