what ever it was
what ever happened
things were hidden
and there were lies
there were
***** pictures
and lunch dates
I haven't
seen a spider
or slept naked
in a long time
and when
did we all
stop saying
******
an entire generation
with **** tattoos
whose meaning
has long ago
left fleeting
just dull black and blue
nobody likes to
talk about
nothing forget me's
of yesterday's
sick soul sour empty's
into infinite shreds
taking a sunbeam
and smashing its prism
illuminating my prison
to turn the light
off my
dark heart