i
didn’t give tuesday permission to be
yet
here we are
my
hands sporting scars
of
the cuts i induced with a razor
just
last night
hate
to confess
but
it made everything feel alright
now
i listen to tomas dolby
europa
and the pirate twins
drunk
though
there is somewhere i’m suppose to be
hopefully
i don’t make myself bleed
when
i get there
and
they tell me how i have failed them
again
scream,
“see?!
none of you really care!
everybody’s
obligation ends
by
telling me what my
obligation
to them is!”
melt
down
loud
sound
but
no one is listening
sweat
is glistening
as
i dance to dolby’s song
and
realize lost
is
where i will be found
***
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