Stay my wallpaper summer
Coated thick with sidewalk heat
The way doubt sticks like tar to teeth
If only for a month I'll take the time
To shed and shuck the layer of skin that believes in you
I'm at your mercy like sun on tile, paint on walls, brush on face
Stay the same, pray for rain hand to hand or face to face
My eyes are shy like shadows cast
My words to hide the heart at last
A blade to fit my depth a dance
Mine is a critical eye
Meant to slice and decide
The process of deletion
Mine is a critical condition
My own rendition of despair
A portrait a picture of hell within
No one here but me
After all, there never was
I want to be seen, I want to be loved
Cherished, break
Held, forgotten
True, mistaken
Forgiven, hate
Eight words I've used as an excuse