If I could get lost in the dirt again
All the edgies would fall off my skin
I was determined when I was weak
Realized I just get one moment
I can’t force returning to soft
Though I wish I’d melt like butter
Into the sheets and atmosphere
Soft just like the rabbit’s pelt
I didn’t ask to be locked up like a roach
Stuck in the hide of a shell
I trusted your promise; I made it up
By being selfish and dishonest
I saw a redbud blooming at the end of a drive
My heart puked from joy and dread
I was content. I was content. I wasn’t
When I awakened grey and dead
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