Where am I supposed to go when I feel like
turning every thought I have into pink moscato puke?
When I take four too many hits
so someone else's lips can start to feel like yours?
How am I so easily fooled by good intentions,
by squinted smile eyes, by my own ******* desire to be loved
by someone who isn't a coward?
Having a bible verse tattooed on your ribs
doesn't mean you're a good person,
Its just means you have something to prove.
It really is finished.