I'm god, you're girl, I'm man, your world.

[Mitch]

She is in my head,
I send her thoughts without a breath,
She thinks the same as I do,
I still need confirmation,

I don't trust myself.
So I can't trust her either.
She has eyes of fire.
Desperate for reaction.

She gives herself to change.
I'll take her either way.
She fights my fate and fucks my mind.
I suffer blind, she likes the light in pain.

I'm fucking fine, she tries to file me in another case.
I'm not one of her stones she chisels the crust from
to paint a core she acts like she didn't come up with
in a minute cut from the constant drilling of nonsense.
But just cus' i'm not one of them
doesn't mean I couldn't fit in their skin i figured it an accomplishment.
Predictable is miserable, honest is a principle conflicting with progress.
I process information tinted by my bias to perfect the picture in my mind
instead of bending pixels in my life to match the image I've designed.
I guess i'm destined to never finish, I only measure beginnings,
and when the well runs dry, I measure the distance
with two sticks in a camp fire, sending SOS signals.
Music isn't trivial, She doesn't listen to her damned heart.
Sandpapered her fingertips picking strings
so i see why she feels resistant to sing to me
with the whole missing identity. Shes a landmine,
I tripped and pretended that the explosion wasn't a result
of the moment, the motion of falling.

I know it's my fault and I'm sorry for thinking we'd ever be anything
more than a symptom of energy letting us form an opinion but setting in
motion our course with a force we don't know but are living with just cus'
its easy to flow with the river and hope we can keep moving forward forever.

[PancakeBrah]

I respect the opening two stanzas since they seem to be true, or true to how you're feeling about this particular subject on this particular day. But they seemed a bit more generic than the rest of the piece. For instance, 'eyes of fire' made me groan a little bit. Just a very over-used phrase. Not to say an over-used phrase can't be made use of, but I think it has to be a used differently, as opposed to the crux of a whole line. Also, 'fucks my mind' seems a bit at odds with the general vibe I was getting from this. I liked the rest of the piece, though, for the most part. Lines like

"I'm not one of her stones she chisels the crust from" (I think this works best as a stand alone thought as opposed to something to continue on with the next line but regardless I liked it)

"But just cus' i'm not one of them
doesn't mean I couldn't fit in their skin" (favorite line)

"Sandpapered her fingertips picking strings"

and

"I guess i'm destined to never finish, I only measure beginnings,
and when the well runs dry, I measure the distance"

are all good to very good, in my opinion. The only real problem I had with the lengthier portion of this piece was the run-on sentence feel of some of your thoughts. Your use of periods were welcome, since you ran ideas over multiple lines, but I think you might could have broken the sentences/thoughts up a bit for a smoother reading. I almost felt out of breath trying to read your entire thought, losing track of any real rhythm. But I'm an idiot so take all that with a grain of salt.

A tiny bit uneven but some definite strengths here. Thanks for the read.