Waylaid
he scans his watches
so intrepid with his want and need
Unpaid
Carve out the notches
telling stories of the darling greed
Closer
And so dramatic
In his way of stating mundane things
Hold her
It’s automatic
Fall down at your shrine of printed queens
Oh use caution
When these explosions of trust go off
Oh take care when
We refuse to just stop.
It’s enough.
Is it not?
Scraping
Beneath disaster
Pages bound to tell us what it means
Wanting
An explanation
None arrives so hide the wound that bleeds
Sinking
Into our bloodstream
All of it in ink beneath our skin
Gaping
The mouth of vengeance
Bitterness will bite til it forgives
Oh use caution
When these explosions of trust go off
Oh take care when
We refuse to just stop.
It’s enough.
Is it not?
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