it’s 12:01

although it’s a new day

my thoughts are the same, the walls

are sweating

beading down and puddling in my hands

I want to dissect you,

Discover the folds and crevices of your guts

I want to fall in love

But all I ever seem to fall into

Are snake pits and

***** bath tubs

Snort my left over pencil shavings

And maybe then you will understand my words

Understand why you have

Left me so bitter