the pillow I gave you / A&G

it's been months now

and i still can't get over the fact

that you'd rather sleep than face reality.

i know you're hurting yourself more

by keeping yourself locked away

in the glass case you call your home,

but all i can do is watch as the details

of your skin and face erode away

like canyons under your eyes and ribs.

if you would only talk to me though,

so that you could start to see

more than oceans so deep

that you'll drown in at night

while you rest your head on the pillow

i gave you when you told me

that you needed a better place

to rest your head.

i thought maybe then you'd be able to sleep

without me to brush my hands

through the strands of hair you grow out

to hide your eyes from mine

when the dreams become more real

than the kisses i give your tears.

maybe it's time you get out of your mind

and realize i am not a bed

for you to rest through the nightmares you've fed.

A&G

i can only draw demons / A&G

I swear

I could've drawn

angels on your cheeks—

tracing your freckles

with the tips of my fingers.

you'd laugh

and start to cry.

from the warmth

in our touch, I suppose,

you'd try

to brush my hand away,

but I know you're sensitive

to how our love sparked

a certain way.

it's too late though,

when I realize the things I've done.

now only angels fly away

from the demons on your face.

my hands are cursed;

I swear I didn't know.

A&G

at least i'm consistent / A&G

But at least I'm consistent
In the way that I hurt.
Maybe that's something
You can still look forward to—

A broken heart,
And a kiss to erase the bruises
That I leave when I throw my words
As if they were stones;
The weight of every day
From my shoulders
Falling on yours.

I still can't seem to carry it myself,
But at least I can trust you
To be the one to hold on too.

A&G