Again, I’ve found myself wandering through deserted places that only I care about. Still whispering your name and the names of your flowers Maybe if I pour myself into them you’ll show your face and let me apologize some more. How many times do I have to say it to feel a little less of…
Month: March 2019
Here’s to you
Eat the guilt -Cover it’s taste with salt and old dreams Better bloody than dead, I’ll wash my hands of it again. Hold it at arms length, so I don’t cover myself with its fears Talking always of myself I I I so I can only blame myself later Holding heavy my shame and heartbreaks…
This is Water
I feel a creeping sense of my 17 year old self again. Ayn Rand and Neutral. How arrogant I was, but only on the inside. Timid a rat I was nothing to care about. No wonder you found another to confide in, I’ll think to myself, falling back into the worn patterns of self sacrifice…