A Gentle Soul

CRUTCH- Rowhaus April 2012

Being touched by a stranger and told that I was beautiful didn’t make me feel more beautiful; it made me feel unimportant. It made me feel like what I wanted – to go from home to work with a quick stop at Starbucks on the way, without being harassed – didn’t matter. What mattered most was that this man had an opinion about me, so I had to hear it whether I wanted to or not. He wanted to touch me, so I was going to be touched, by a stranger, whether I wanted it or not.

RVIVR- Scrooged

Bathtub- Waxahatchee

take my word for it, i’m not worth it
i ignored you all night and you don’t deserve it
morning, bathtub, my skin soft and hot
i was sure you were right but you’re not
i contemplate my ruined fate
someone will hurt me so bad one day
and you’ll resonate or i’ll apologize
or maybe i’ll make the same mistake twice
i hide from phonecalls under the warm water
malice desists, no it woefully recurs
and it plays like daytime tv shows, i confuse you
and i tell you not to love me but i still kiss you when i want to
and i lament, you’re innocent
but somehow the object of my discontent
and its fucked up, i let you in
even though i’ve seen what can happen
you make a tape, receive it in the mail
and i force myself busy, the diversion will prevail
and i will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up
and i will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub

Sore Subject- P.S Eliot

like a helpless captive, a distraught midwife
like a libran husband and a capricorn wife
i turn to wine and whiskey and these cryptic songs
maybe i’m passive aggressive or maybe i’m wrong


but don’t go yet, old lipstick, old cassettes
clutter the carpet where my futile head rests 
and i’d explain it, but i’ve long-since dismissed
the thought of vitality, you’ll get nothing out of me
but don’t go yet


and like a sore subject, objective pursuit
like a fearful me or an asinine you
and we avoid eye contact as i’m just dragged along
maybe i should just grow up or maybe i’m wrong


as soon as my eyes avert, more skin of alabaster
you don’t warn me before, you just devastate me after
and like a dangling noose or like an endless sea
we both know how to love and i think you owe more to me

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We’d Never Agree- P.s Eliot