Bad weeks

all eventually end. and you find a happy moment, like a heavy head on your shoulder on a car ride home. A sleepness night with girls you haven't seen in months. Burns of your rings on your skin. and feeling beautiful, alive and free for a few seconds.

You sleep, you stumble, and you put those songs on repeat,
Crawl up to the door,
run to your razor hidden in your drawr and stop.
Take a look.
Bite into it.
and walk away.

You wear boxer shorts, and too big T-shirts when youre falling.

You burn CDs.


But, it doesn't change how bad those bad days are. or how they hit with a big force, or how stingly painful home is when that car drives up, and how defensive you are. It doesn't chnage anything at those moments. But. But. BUT those happy moments are things to live for. and how his green touchs your red. and you mix into a solid form.
and your blue and red can mix.
and that it'll be better eventually..


And till then you'll run and do push ups and crunchs and cry.
and school and ride. and sleep.

and you'll live