a spoonful of sugar makes the acid taste sweet (i know)

poetry

put the square through the
circle to fit your nightmare
in a good dream, all for
the prettiest book cover
apocalypse make-up
apocalypse smile

and god has the answers
he’s just a really good liar
and maybe that makes him
hard to admire
makes me cold on the outside
but inside i’m on fire

how you expect me to hold up your world and my own is hard to grasp given that mine was crumbling before yours was placed atop of it and for it to
be
so
heavy
when you said it so light
makes it hard
for me
to lie
for you.