Maladaptive Day Dreaming

It’s about truth

Barring open your soul to stand in front of someone naked

In exchange for a much softer bed

As I curl myself within a cardboard box

With just a quiet sense of something lost

Except You

And I don’t want you anymore, so

I don’t want anyone

I don’t want the person in the mirror

Is a man with gentle teeth

I run

When you say

𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦

I say

Of a lover drenched in gold

Extend his arms with a bouquet of roses

Keep them,

I hope you’re satisfied

The bed is narrow but my arms are wide

Find solace in knowing

Fearing the wolf

We will crawl into paradise covered in mud

Blurs behind the heavy velvet curtain

The blood in his eyes

after each punchline

He stands on the stage

With a snake in both his fists

While a hurricane is blowing