yesterday
i thought to myself
"i really torched everything"
as i looked at the linoleum
with bits of a previous life
scattered and pasted on like a collage
still sticky with despair
and rock candy hard
i will have to use a power sander if i ever want them up
and whimsically enough
the old apartment kept playing in my head
this is where we used to live
luckily there was a bottle of wine in the fridge
****
i feel like an arsonist
and maybe it is my condition
it is a pattern
and everybody's free to wear sunscreen tells us
don't be reckless with other peoples hearts and
don't put up with those who are reckless with yours
it's not that i meant to be reckless
it's not that i meant to burn it all down,
but i did
and i do
and i will again
i fall
soooo
sooo
soo
so
d
a
m
ne
dhard
i can't stop myself
i never want to
and sooner than you know it
i'm craving the lonely
all over again
and it is good to be lonely
but i am a bit afraid of myself now
because
i am in sheep's clothing
****
i don't play games
i never do
it's like a fever
my black snake moan
i need you in every pore
i need you filling up all my lungs
i need you to pull my freaking hair
but
heh
buyer beware....
****
these things used to be mine, i guess they still are i want them back
****
get on
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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