Lovestruck

Lovestruck

I wouldn’t say it feels like butterflies I’d say it feels like a thousand worms,  Squirming and shaking inside my stomach,  Trying to crawl out through my mouth and nose, I vomit grubs instead of words,  and I’m so sick that I can’t stand it anymore. 

I wouldn’t say it feels like fear,  I’d say it feels like I just drank coffee,  And it’s churning around endlessly,  My insides and outsides are shaking disjointedly,  I’m the ground during an earthquake,  It’s something I never should've drank.

That’s what being lovestruck feels like.  It doesn’t feel like butterflies,  It’s hundreds of maggots trying to escape me,  It’s a poison to my body that makes me shake,  It’s something I never should have had,  But it's something I miss the feeling of.

Hey, maybe I feel like absolute garbage and my life is spiraling out of control, but at least my girlfriend thinks I'm cool

"I don't like girls."

You say in front of your mother

And 50 other people in the hallway.

"I dont like girls."

Our eyes meet,

You know I know better,

I know you go both ways,

I know and I'll never say it.

I know you fear it,

And no one else has to hear it.

I'm just trying to eat my chicken strips in peace, dude

Starting to design the cover for our Bestiary. So far so good!

Who Knew?

I'm not pretty enough, I'm not skinny enough But apparently, I can give enough

You said it was okay at first But I guess I was wrong to assume That love really lasts past four long moments

Perhaps I really didn't just love enough Or maybe in the right way Even though you said that I gave you too much

But isn't that what drew you in in the first place?

Maybe I just asked too much Maybe I just think too much Maybe again, I was wrong to assume it would last in the first place.

You were my world but I guess that's what I get For putting too many eggs into one basket I should've expected it to break

But I guess that kind of attitude would've killed us In the first year, the first month, the first week Maybe even the first time we stumbled over each other's feet

But I guess I'm just too weak-minded I guess I couldn't suffer enough or keep going fast enough To keep up with you

Or maybe I was moving way too fast And you were stuck behind And to be left again would be too much so you made the first move

I want to see you again, to hold you again I want to share stories and passion again But I know that it'll just be too hard

For me at least, I always knew I was weak, But who knew it would be you doing the breaking instead of me?