walking on a knife's edge
with barely a sense of balance or composure
just enough thought to get me by
think too much and i might scream
and the door is closed for a reason

quiet

she tells me
all the time
my heart beat's too loud
one too many an escaped sigh
love too loud too much too loud
and my head's too heavy

i was hooked on the crescent
now i'm pushed off with it's waxing
and despite the light i'm fading
this blacklight moon is haunting me

through the night plastic stars
seem to hum and glow
guitar strings tremble
sheet music rustles
broken springs creak
backyard trees sway
the song in my head repeats
and the walls start to crack

it is too quiet without your breathing sounds
it is almost perfect silence

but can't you hear it?

everything i own is calling out to you.