You have built a home of pain, love, rage, and utter madness inside of me.
I want you- out.
All of you.

Such pestilence
In these words I convey
For my heart was no good
And I got mad
I got bitter
Poignant thoughts
Trod upon these arms
Wisdom needed home
Where it could dominate
And wipe away
The cobwebs in my desires.

my own body is surprising me
with how many tears
it is able to produce

my own mind is scaring me
with how many unwanted thoughts
it is able to invent

my own heart is still
surprisingly
beating

and my legs
for whatever reason
are still moving my body forward