Good News

Your long hair

A short walk

My biggest fear

And a slow watch

The thin air

My ribs creak

Like wooden dining chairs

When you see me

Always scared

That every situation ends the same

With a blank stare

Me and the tap water

Circling the sink drain

Because it's heavy

But I'm trying really hard

To keep my nose clean

The blue out of my arms

But it's not easy

It's not easy

When what you think of me is important

And I know it shouldn't be so damn important

But it is to me

And I'm only ever screaming at myself in public

I know I shouldn't act this way in public

I know I shouldn't make my friends all worry

When I go out at night and grind my teeth like sutures

My mouth like a wound

When I stay up and throw my voice about you

Or less about you and more about how I ruin

Everything I think could be good news