My body aches for sympathy
and a trench to bury the bones i've been carrying
lined up so straight
but i lack that symmetry.
sometimes i wish this hardened breeze
would knock me off my careless feet
i would never get up, let the rain feed my pores
guilty conscious scratching at my closing doors
a severed cord,
i've set this up.
that is the only place i would rather be
away from the world, away from myself
less hands to hold, no cry for help
burning the cards from the hand i was dealt
this is what you helped create
a dreamless disaster
of porcelain and plaster
pouring upon your bathroom floor
i am your rhythm-less dancer
and i can't
move anymore.