Klutz.

Every time I open up, they reach out and sting me.
Every time I welcome them in, they dig in and rip me.
Every single time I weep, they just spit and kick me.
Because I am weak? Because I need?

Perhaps I am ugly in truth.
Inside, the weeping child yields fumes.
And in the light he's pale and anemic...
In the light he sings the wrong tune.

And while he watches on they leave...
the women: sisters, daughters, lovers.
And while he watches on they shine
the darkness comes to take me over.

Rinse and repeat.
That is the cycle.
Every single time.
Love's brought nothing but pain.
Love's brought nothing but regret.
Itself, Love, has been little more than a hindrance.
It is, as it is, my most horrid addiction...
And so I fall... I fall...
Worth nothing.

Troothy Truth Tooth

Up and down it runs. It splotches and it grimes.
I smell it but I pinch my nose.
I spray it with my garden hose.
Leave it under the sun to dry and hope it doesn't die
Half hoping it might
Half hoping it's right
Highlight my errors and draw new plans
It turns to dust in my hands
I inhale it for my glands
And it burns brightly in my brain, right as rain
the light it gives is warm
and it becomes my charm

Empty and cold, the mind tells itself it is not shallow
But all throughout life in these dark things I wallow
Stubborn and bold, the fire takes its hold
I burn, I burn, I burn
Will I rise from my own ashes?