Oct
10
2009

drip dry

if only i knew now

what you couldn't say

and oh so did the magic

portend

such a strong fall

and wick[e(n)d]

 

sick to my stomach

hurt on my core

it's my pain i deserve

it's what i bore

into existence, the wreathe

you breathe around my neck

 

and as i move forward

toward, unsoured

on my trek

 

i start to wonder

whether i should head back

unsavory intentions

of cruel and neglect

couldn't manage you.me.we

 

we'll justify this fatherless

paternity as casual.ty

of the war and blossoming

f(r)iendship

'ight there you're

where you want to be

and i'm stuck square one

where you fucking.put.me

in my place

and teach me.we.

couldn't do what

i imagined we'd be together

for.ever.in.healthandmysickness

blurred behind your beautiful eyes

lied abused internal conflicts sewn

by sister's mafia friend, she's oh so pretty but conflicted in her ways

we, became, casualties, in her kick up dirt to cover my tracks, kind of maneuver

she's just one minor character amongst a dozen that

dripped your tunnel.vision

dry 

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