3 hits to the chest
5 in the morning i wake up
7 o’clock i write this
then back to your house to pick you up
still thinkin bout my dream
suited man took my life i think
three shots in my body
no pain just the weight and i woke up in a cold sweat
i fuck things up
and i’m so proud of you
so willing to put up with
problems i collapse onto you
way too much luck
and i fear the way without you
i’m so fucking stupid
say you love me when i collapse onto you
where my mind went?
hate to say i’m scarred
but state of my health now
is then in the state of my arms
way back, two years ago
before the feelings were rotten
the thought “i hate myself”
rang true like mission bells, so often
caught up with this awful
immolating feeling
soft scars in my mind
that left taught reelings in my body
now
i hear the sound
of cracked bones
and i wish i could love myself
like you do to me and sing to me so softly
and hold me like a child
when i’ve lost sight of whats so obvious
that i need that love
internally
i feel i’ve been losing skin eternally
reaching through sinew to nerves to bone
to organs to blood to proteins to the hole
and within to infinity where i
lose and lose and lose and lose
i want to reach the bottom
but i’ll never feel the ground on my shoes
i’ll never feel the gravel, the dirt
never be the visions of a place beyond the hurt
where i can move, and regrow
like a phoenix of dirt
where blood can be reformed from its sadness
and one can lurch
from the bottom like a swamp beast
with new love in the heart and skin of a zombie
escape the hypocrisy of the previous life
and into the truth that was always right
where i am hated and i love the night