I have memories more tangled than your conscious
I have stickers that decay like flesh
I have pillow cases filled with your broken words
I have a swing set made up of fractured hope
Hair products made up of acid
I have colored band aids that hide my smile
Where time is merely distance-
love a dimension of hate and
lust an infected wound
I can't brush my teeth without puking
Or laughing or thinking of how you sway;
I have everything and merely nothing