Do not ask questions

Watched Fight Club tonight/last night.
As many times as I've seen it, it seemed to tell me something new.
Are we really who everyone thinks we are?
Could we be someone other than we think?
Is it possible that you only know who I want you to?
There could be another person out there posing as me or vice versa.
What if I'm aware of my other self, but unaware it's not someone else?
It could be.
We are the same person.
You're just who I want myself to be.
I am slowly becoming you.
I am you.
You are me(aningless.)

dm.

Pull this thread...

something tastes so sweet but leaves you feeling bitter
look at the swarm you've attracted
getting a taste of your sugar substitute
buzzing around your door, hungry for the real thing
building statues in your honor
in case we need something to hate
giving me all these shots of hope
but i always have to watch the needles go in
smash your wine glass and then take a drink from it
catch the blood from your lips as it paints your white dress
dressing you up and calling you out
the brightest reds will shout loud to stay away
clotting on your chin like we did in winter
you would play it off the same way like you planned it
so tall and proud on your extra three inches
but your weak heels can't hold up what i stand for
your candle is still burning
the (night)tables are turning
that little flame so unaware of the fire behind my eyes
you couldn't make a fabric with the threads of truth you've spun
keep wearing the lies you tell yourself
everyone will be gone soon
i'll be waiting to see your smile die
i'll pen a death sentence for the paragraphs and pages you've written.

xo.dm

Start over on Monday

Stars are making a comeback tonight.
Peeking out of the dark, hiding from the sun.
I think I've had the time to wish on every one.
Clouds moving slowly like my hand.
Inching towards yours until my sense comes back.
Clean up your act.
I'll clean off my ax.
Listening to the silent stoplights change.
Warm summer nights make you feel your age.
We're drinking down stars like wine.
Let's get drunk off this sky.
Is summer over?
Some are over you.
Skyscrapers climb high from empty roads.
Making me wonder about the ones we chose.
Call me a thief, but it's glances I steal.
Walking through fiction, but it seems too real.
Your hands on your hips.
My mind on your lips.
Holding a thought for another day.
Goodnights and let the music fade.

*dm