Ode to Ms. Mento

I'm drowning in a puddle
I'm breathing in a bubble
My brain is laced my happy thoughts
And my mind’s riddled with little white lies
My blood is flavored bubble gum
To those in favor of homicide
And leaving no trace, of what I taste…
Like
My brain is feeling blistered
From the time I took to listen
To every single word you’d say
It took up all of yesterday
But I appreciate the calluses
Even if it’s from malice
I learned to disregard all the damage
And embrace it as another stitch
In my head
My face is feeling frosted
My eyes feel a bit rotted
A wasted all my sight on fright
And fear of what the next day holds
My arms are feeling fine….
But my hands flutter like butterflies
Every time I write about that one time.
Sigh
I’m a fair-weather fan of finding forever
So that means I’m fucked for an eternity
And I’m a bleeding heart that’s not even scared
So it means I shouldn’t yearn to be…
The depressed kid who never did
Seem to get anywhere
But a spiral in the worlds eclipse
Who never seemed to get his lips
Kissed
So I’m breathing in a bubble
But I see no trouble
In living off incubation
And I’ll never say I’m drowning
Because it’s sounding like I’m in a shallow hallucination
Patience