I want you
to be
concrete and metal shards
ripping out
from inside me
rusty with the dried blood
of the last century
one hundred years from now they'll form you into coat-hangers
when they still haven't figured out what to make of heartbreak
they'll hang you out to dry
in the sun that never rises
eternal injustice, like salt
on the wound
the pain is a distraction from the
cancer of actual problems
Actually,
we live in
the first world
which is awfully pretentious
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
I want you
to be
concrete and metal shards
ripping out
from inside me
rusty with the dried blood
of the last century
one hundred years from now they'll form you into coat-hangers
when they still haven't figured out what to make of heartbreak
they'll hang you out to dry
in the sun that never rises
eternal injustice, like salt
on the wound
the pain is a distraction from the
cancer of actual problems
Actually,
we live in
the first world
which is awfully pretentious
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