Why is it
when I
start talking
to you
I can't
be open
without you
becoming
angry
jealous
manipulative
impulsive
rude
scarring
hate­ful and
argumentative.
It hurts
because
I just
need someone
to talk to
every now
and then.
I need
to open
the bottle
that my
deepest
most painful
thoughts are
enclosed in.

I need
to lay
curled
around
each
other
during
every
hour of
the night.

Lovely colors
are dripping
from the
vivid black
canvas.

Is it possible
to have a day
or week
or month
or year
or decade
where nothing goes wrong
where nothing hurts
and where nothing scars?