Poems from syd-the-kid
it feels like if you leave me here alone with myself,
there won't be an earth left for me to be alone on.
At night, I'm writing songs about about blood and baby-blue
t-shirts and I can smell smoke everywhere.
I'm just a bunch of splinters and
dead, beaten birds who flew into windows.
And all the while, the world adores you,
but you can't hear it over your own drowning.
You told me that I’m a fish amongst the rocks,
but I’d much rather be your crooked teeth.