queasy
knowing you can take
or leave me
freeze me out like a bad memory
‘omm’-ing me away like Ginsberg and those cops
is it your trust I have abused
or just my paranoid ego
black, bruised
is it every single time
I run my mouth and things fall flat
or am I only imagining that
friendless ignorant emptiness
fill me up, I am a white chocolate peanut butter cup
stuck in between ugly bus line cushions
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