i've naught but
bitter pills and sleepless-ness
and, I
I think I'd just lay here, but

i know the answer
to questions never asked
and the word that never passed
from one ear to another
and back and back and back

i'd like to go home now, but
i thinkin' that we just missed
the blades have grazed skin, but
no vital organ hit
but i hear crying
all i can think is shitshitshitshit

if you would've told me
if I would have told you
we pull out our weapons
attempting kill me while
i'm attempting to kill you, too.

you tell me it's over, but
there are still options
ever the options,
never the option

if you would just let go
if i would just hold you
sheathing your weapon by
running myself through
just give a reason
just give me a reason
to forgive and forget you.

I've naught but
bitter pills and sleepless-ness
think that i got your point
buried beneath my chest.

05/26/2011

Posted on 05/27/2011
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