muscles and bones
kings and their thrones
i can't feel anymore
i should be so sore
i allow you to brush me away
take it however you want
laugh a bit,
it stings,
at least i'm not as numb
everything's heavy
i'm sinking
the truth?
the bottom isn't so bad.
and my head?
still can't do what yours can
i am your list of broken complaints
and you think i have what it takes
to pull it together and be ordinary,
to be what you want and change my head after it's been gone for so long
but it's hard. it's hard when i can't. when i'm stuck. when it's all i want.
fuck.
YOU ARE READING
inexpedient utterances
Poetrythe words that won't leave my mouth, entirely because there is no space or time for them.
