Take my heart out of the gutter and shake it ‘till it bleeds.
That lonely ************ can’t breathe
unless the sinews stitch back together
like the veins of leaves,
all smooshed by heels and debris.
My heart can’t see.
Laying in that gutter; it can only believe.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:16 AM UTC
Take my heart out of the gutter and shake it ‘till it bleeds.
That lonely ************ can’t breathe
unless the sinews stitch back together
like the veins of leaves,
all smooshed by heels and debris.
My heart can’t see.
Laying in that gutter; it can only believe.
