it seems like words left me when i started getting angry easily
careful, if you agitate me too much im gonna bite your dick off then not know what words match what im thinking
maybe ill always be a little out of line but god just push me to tears
ill no longer know how to breathe, fall to my knees, try to ask for help i cant i dont i wont
watch the paint left on my hands wash away under the water, dig it out from under my fingernails until theres blood
im just so done
poets fire, i regret
poets fires, they come again
put them out with the water of my tears because
poets remorse, its always present
