Bayside (Doubts and Wonders)

I still want that tattoo
a symbol of a shared love
between me and you
with its pulchritudinous colours and elegant lines
it divides the right from the wrong
in my mind
i justify its existence with vacant lies
the sounds they make
are beautiful symphonies
 filling the void you left in me
wrapping me up in warm Discolouration
this tattoo is a lie (so is the cake)
just a remnant of you
sewn into me

Irish Breakfast Tea

I want to be the distraction on your lips
the universe in your eyes
and the electricity on your fingertips
when you breathe in all your anxieties
 and sadness,
I'll be the slow warm exhale of comfort
 in madness
I want to be each piece of hair falling out
And each tear shed
Each bruise a piece of me forgotten
on your skin
most of all
i want  to be the dripping blood from
your wrist
Tainted by the poison in your mind