an eye anchored with a thick angry thorn
I found you breathing
sick sick sick
you got it bad
the tidal looms
the title is taboo
and you scurry from it like a waxy back roach
and I chew myself
whittle myself to nothing
the stone yard of broken teeth
old names to reuse
he told me the joy
he had with me
is greater than the sadness
he had alone
spoke on the edge of sleep
I recorded it
because I knew I would forget it
and I did
and that thorn
that anchor
is all I have for show
it’s my lone memento
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
an eye anchored with a thick angry thorn
I found you breathing
sick sick sick
you got it bad
the tidal looms
the title is taboo
and you scurry from it like a waxy back roach
and I chew myself
whittle myself to nothing
the stone yard of broken teeth
old names to reuse
he told me the joy
he had with me
is greater than the sadness
he had alone
spoke on the edge of sleep
I recorded it
because I knew I would forget it
and I did
and that thorn
that anchor
is all I have for show
it’s my lone memento
love lost relationship heartbreak
