Skin-deep,
I can tolerate you.
Flesh-deep,
You make me gag
but I’ll try not to *****
Open up your heart and soul and everything else,
All that leaks out is musty air.
Like a plastic ornament,
You dangle unsteadily
On the bristles of a Christmas tree
It is my tremor
From our exchanges
That will loosen your desperate cling
From my limp arms.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
Skin-deep,
I can tolerate you.
Flesh-deep,
You make me gag
but I’ll try not to *****
Open up your heart and soul and everything else,
All that leaks out is musty air.
Like a plastic ornament,
You dangle unsteadily
On the bristles of a Christmas tree
It is my tremor
From our exchanges
That will loosen your desperate cling
From my limp arms.
