ScenarioGlow in the dark ceiling stars
You're working me like a safe combination
I was drowning but then I looked up
Glow in the dark ceiling stars
Now all I can think about is a scenario
Where we're not married
You're 22 living in your parents basement
The same place you've been living since you were 13
We've been on a few dates
But this is the first time you've invited me inside
I've had you in my car, on my couch, on my front yard
But I told you my bed was a sanctuary
And I think that placed the idea
That if I saw your bed
My bed would become an option
You met me at the DMV
Where I work
And instead of bleeding out your ears in anger
You perked up at the sight of me
Believe me, it was noticeable
Because no one ever is happy to see me
During our first date you explain to me your living situation
You had a tone in your voice that showed you feared I'd walk out
But I didn't
Because you're pleasing you're parents
Living at home
Going to school
You say you're minuets away from a
Female Narrative CharacterShe only likes to drink lemonade outside
Because it reminds her of when she made her first dollar.
But full of anger.
She's not resentful
And hates to compete.
Friends are few and far between
Because females disrupt her positive outlook
And males just wanna fondle.
She wears clothes a few sizes too big
Because she doesn't like the idea of prying eyes
But when she dances she forgets the room watches
And that no matter how baggy her outfit may be
Everyone can see every inch of her sway.
Be PreparedI dream in fragments of situations that have yet to occur.
I'm not foreseeing any sort of future.
I'm over calculating the potential of my plans,
Of my words,
Of my actions.
I'm sugarcoating this frequency with doubts
Because I feel it's not only a repetition in my own sleep cycle
But also in many others'.
To dream in reality.
To fall forward in moments that could operate as so
But more than likely won't.
To bulletproof your waking life with words,
Like a script,
To better the chance of you putting someone in their place.
Places you ahead.
Lucid dreaming with the idea of taking yourself anywhere you want to go
But instead you just soak up these mental notes,
With hopes that they won't weigh heavy in your back pocket.
TemperSometimes my temper is so explosive.
My muscles tense up to the point
That I think they’re going to burst.
I clench so tightly
Full of anger
That it just doesn’t seem humanly possible
For me to not pop like a fucking balloon.
I feel this way with nearly all emotions
Not pertaining to anything close to “happiness.”
But especially when I’m feeling threatened
I get this extra destructive feeling
That every ounce of blood in my body regenerates back to my chest
And has the sole purpose of crushing my heart.
It’s as if my body can’t handle any sort of brute manipulation
And yet my mind has this false courage.
This pretext to over compensate for whatever misleading words
Are flung my way.
So not only does my chest weigh me down
But at the same time
My brain sends arrogant feedback to my spine
To stiffen and straighten.
My mind always outweighs my heart.
Later when I’m at a point to calm down
I heave and jerk a