Like a mad-driven star
You swept me into a cacophony
Of broken strings hoping
To mend themselves.
And Hell is another word for Home
Drenched in Midol to hush
The screeches of sanity gone wrong;
How did it come to this?
You dipped me into unwashed coffee-cups
Leaving me to drown in you morning
Unhappiness. To whom did you mourn when you left?
You broke me in the shoe-store across Middleton Road when
I confessed I only believe in God
In times of need. Selfish, you named me.
How dare you insult me with slash-full tongues?
How dare you wash me out of your hair with Clorox and swear
To never speak my name again?
God, I need you.