Bury Yourself

the lives we fake compensate for lost opportunities.
and i can see everything i fought
so i would never be crowded with confidence
but proud of every lie i live.

(i turn the weighted side of my face to this savage new adultery)

i forgot the only love i lost, briefly.
i'm tired of finding new ways to hurt myself, with care.
so bury yourself in your loss
if you're willing to peel off this mess of skin
that's grown on me.
so bury your memory
of the good you saw in me.
i'll reveal all the treachery when i'm done and your motionless.