Saturday, September 17, 2016


that fist
that clenches
in the middle of the night

that ball of hate
that can't wait
until my eyes close

that explosion
of me knowing
how wrong i always am

that feeling
that keeps the healing
away from my door

no good anymore
the heart's on the floor

whatever was sun
is gone again

laving me brewing
tossing and turning
when all should be

nothing's good to me
without you

but you're past caring
about that


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