She makes me feel like filth
Like unwashed hobo
dirt
like prickly cactus in july
Like crimson tides in june
Like **** in the summer
Like blue milk in august
Like pansies in mid air
Like stripes on a lion
Like roses on a new born
Like daffodils on a grave
Like poinsettias on halloween
Like doves on a stillborn
Like grass on cement
Like numbers in a poem
Like black on a farewell
Like trying when you
Should have given up
I wont give
Up. I wont give up. It means too
much to me
It means too much to bleed and to feel
so much nothing