She makes me feel like filth

Like unwashed hobo
dirt

like prickly cactus in july

Like crimson tides in june

Like **** in the summer

Like blue milk in august

Like pansies in mid air

Like stripes on a lion

Like roses on a new born

Like daffodils on a grave

Like poinsettias on halloween

Like doves on a stillborn

Like grass on cement

Like numbers in a poem

Like black on a farewell

Like trying when you

Should have given up

I wont give

Up.      I wont give up. It means too
much to me

       It means too much to bleed and to feel
  so much nothing