why we do the things we do

I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,

leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.

I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight 

False memories might betray me but,

i think i used to look up this street, and dream,

dream about becoming one with the pavement

where the road met the sunlight

I could almost taste the harshness,

there's just so much I want to say, to pour out from me into you

but where to begin?

it begins home, at home, my head, the house, the lawn

the yard where I begin to understand how to be a human being