Call it Cruel

Wrenching
One's Heart
Where
One Cannot
Breathe
for want of
Kindness

feels like I'm
forced to
kiss a corpse
beneath a shallow grave
covered in
winter's snow
buried
a long time ago...

the only way i can describe the way you made me feel was pure ecstasy.
now you make me ache like an old would on a cold day,
temporarily forgotten,
never gone.
why can't i rid you?
everything feels like a dream,
and i can't wake up.

Can't cut through
Lost my even keel
Just blackness below
and sharks at heel
Could tread forward
Rather flip the wheel
Run her aground
Taste the bite of the steel
Let the waves crash over
and the chain unreel
Until the deep takes me whole
and I can no longer feel
The grip of the truth
and the horror of the real
I'd like my mind to fade
maybe
give it some time to heal

don’t work no more.

need some kind of distraction.

**** it, might as well try writing

bad poetry.