there is a part of me
which lies, eyes wide
awake.
and im stuck with who I am
and these thoughts in
the bone arena
of my skull.
mens rea, guilty mind
because i know i haven't
gotten to you yet.
and for that, how sorry
i am.
i used to love those baggy jeans
torn up tees
and nicotine.
the way the fabric never catches
in my dreams.
so im waiting now
heavy-hearted
lying low
for some part of me to show
they understand.