Pause

If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)

Bullets

And here i am Where i’d known i’d be Clutching my bloody wound Knowing it’d be me I gave you the gun With a pair of shaky hands and an unclear mind- You shot me, You shot me, You shot me. – 12/05/18 1:15 a.m. (LS)

Alive

You make me feel alive In ways, they never Did. Am I a bad, person – for wanting you Instead? (LS)