today was once my somedayThese cities, these people,today was once my someday by GetYourGrip
and roads and coffee cups,
hotel beds and apartment keys.
I've seen more in my ceiling from my childhood mattress.
I get out more the smaller my world.
The smallest of worlds is in words, my favorite.
When I made up everything as I went.
What my friends' houses looked like that I never visited.
I tried to draw a girl who wanted to have sex with me in her basement.
She kept moving, so I finished with a jagged version of her right half.
That drawing was the realest piece of her I ever had.
Realer than her.
I'd bike at 3am to the roof of this parking lot.
I found a tennis ball there.
I dropped it from the ledge to make my thoughts of jumping more real.
I'd ride fastest past the graveyard, but only on my way home.
Like the dead community had crowded behind me in full sprint with their hands on my back,
saying, "Be with those you love! Don't be afraid."
I knew I loved who was at home,
I just didn't think I did.
Maybe I lost myself when I tried finding me everywhe
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are you aware of the
loose bolts in your design
your hips are writing
you think your skin
you think i'll use
to harm you
instead of drawing you
as if i haven't built
in the branches of every girl's
heart who's ever shown me theirs
close the mouths of those hands saying,
'look,' around an arm
that will lead you to
if every man pictures
you naked, what's the use
in buying nice clothes
i hope you carry
in your purse(d)
lips hiding the
poetry you'd rather
have them slip
like what you sip
will make it
fall from your teeth,
like you'll develop
into the brightest image
in a dark room
by mistakenly collecting sparks
of life in your womb
you just want to stand out
from the crowd, but
party with it;
hell, i'd drop
just to match masks
trade my trade, pens, and gaskets
for a body of pl