Everything I Touch Is a Weapon

Everything I touch is a weapon for with 

To destroy the beauty you've formed,

From hands and feet, I bleed rivers,

For to sail these quiet obsessions

On nothing with my wandering soul,

To the stupidest city, 

You cut a deeper hole.  

Smothered in time, lost under blankets, 

With magic I sew the contours broken 

But routine is a sadness that follows never leading,

And if I ask you in secret on days like this,

Will I see you closely, and you still exist?

For all my inabilities have risen against me

Like a giant wave in the fucking ocean,

Falling down upon my cities downed,

Falling to drown in hopes of belonging

And if I could only get inside your skull,

I would learn to become everything you desire,

The perfect man,

I would swim through the tears in your eyes,

I would tell no more lies.