May 2014
you
youre the ink on my paper
that I cannot erase
no matter how hard I try
no matter how terrible you are
you
youre the scratch on my favorite record
that ****** me off
makes me cringe
everytime I’m ******* reminded
you
youre the plumber
I didn’t invite
who tried to fix the leaky faucet
but ended up flooding my home
you
youre the crooked frame
that hangs from my stained wall
youre the flannel I wear five times a week
the song I just cannot skip
the memory stitched in the scar
the wound never stitched
the addiction I couldn’t break
the band-aid I couldn’t rip off
the bad habit I couldn’t quit
the picture I could never
delete
youre the ink on my paper
that I cannot erase
no matter how hard I try
no matter how terrible you are
you
youre the scratch on my favorite record
that ****** me off
makes me cringe
everytime I’m ******* reminded
you
youre the plumber
I didn’t invite
who tried to fix the leaky faucet
but ended up flooding my home
you
youre the crooked frame
that hangs from my stained wall
youre the flannel I wear five times a week
the song I just cannot skip
the memory stitched in the scar
the wound never stitched
the addiction I couldn’t break
the band-aid I couldn’t rip off
the bad habit I couldn’t quit
the picture I could never
delete
