and we are all so trembling inside so
are they talking about me what are they
looking at, when will i be happy, when
will all of this end, when did it fucking start, what
the fuck am i doing, what the fuck am i
doing here...

sometimes the greatest distance exists
between those most close.
sometimes the softest moments carry
the strongest sound.

and i would be jealous, full of envy
at the world spinning all around me, except
i feel the pain in your gears as they turn.
i would be beset by regret, drunk
in pools of mirrors and failure, except
i know how few of you
are at all
happy.

and,
i would be bothered by how great she might look tonight and
who she might look great with and for, i would be
worried with his bank account and vacation plans, if
i was unaware of how they stare into the shadows in stolen
seconds when they think no one is looking, looking for what
no one will give them.

and we are all so beautiful so full of mistake
and paper cuts from the bible, so cosmic
in how our perfect moments are pushed in on
like coal trying to rush out the diamond, and
this makes me hurt less, makes me hurt your hurt, makes
our hurt an opportunity for joy and for this
i love you all, truly
i do.