Strings
Stitch me from the inside out
Tell me you love me I am what you want
And I am what you need
Sew your face onto mine in red split tongues
Let pins seal my lips wheeling in vines
Stitching over again and spools becoming untied
Winding needles dysphoria sets in drag knots
At the corners of my eyes as I wander into low fields
Testing my wings I am a boy under gray skies
And still I pretend but I am caught in a closed room
With flickering lights and I can't see anything
I can feel only insects of a gift called grace
And Venus palms release their clinch
Letting go of foolishness, spinning in circles
Staring at the sun, laughing and floating
And dancing in love
My arms outstretched catching stars in the day
A blue stem with green eyes
I say hello to her smile
Painting flowers pink clovers
And giving water to them
The drops burst into fairies, caterpillars in disguise
Leaving worms with no passion barely able to fly
I lay coiled in strings spun into my everything
Twisting until finally it became all that I've ever wanted
And she rings a blue bell for the day from the will o' the wisp
I touch her belly to say things will be okay
Baby girl I can fly, I can fly, I can't remember if I choked
I'm sure that I have flown better winds
I am a man designed to break to fail yet to impress
And Venus palms released to their finger blades
Ripping me to fuck frayed ropes bent strings