As people we must remain kinetic as to avoid the shadows of our past (I want to grow wool over my eyes to keep out the biting cold) I will attempt to grow until my bones no longer fit my skin Because I have learnt the hard way that nostalgia is death (Blackened clouds taint grey hearts and suffocate open lungs)
So I'll kiss your toes. Because I don't deserve to look at your face Sex is the last thing on my mind but that doesn't mean I’m not using you
So I'll kiss your toes. Because I don't deserve to look at your face I am nothing compared to cheeks and a forehead Not worth of my lips (Blindfolds are just as bad as empty sockets)
I push out all this misplaced affection because I’m scared of appreciating myself I’ll fight off my insecurities with eccentric romance
You are just an idea in my headfilling up a hole that my past has left (Transparency breeds loneliness)