"imsorryimsorryimsorryforbeingselfish" poems
i.
you're hanging off the cross assigned to me and before i
appreciated it - i did, 't was really sweet of you
it seemed quite innocent at first; they threw stones at you, yes,
but
couldn't really hit you
they yelled and laughed and pointed at you
and i felt bad(though, hate me if you wish, i was so glad it
wasn't me they hit)for you, yet far not bad enough to start a crusade
in your favor(would you? start a crusade for me? i doubt)
now it's starting to get ugly and
imsorryimsorryimsorryforbeingselfish
they're munching on your flesh, devouring your """""sins"""""(they made them all up), they open their filthy mouths and blood, your blood falls down their crooked chins as they laugh and choke on you and keepondemolishingyou
their stones don't miss you anymore, and
neither do their knives
(BUT YOU ARE PROUD) you wouldn't ask for
help youareamanyoucanbearthisitsnotabig
deal
(and i now want to get you off my cross but
i don't think i can)
ii.
i'm holding out my hand at you
but you would die before you reach for
it.
iii.
AND THE WORST PART IS YOu make me want to strip
out of my clothes and help you out of yours and
have you till i stop wanting to tear my skin apart
till we can't say day from night, till
you and i can't walk and hardly manage to
inhale-exhale-inhale
till we forget we hate the world
till we forget to hate
i want to burn with you for you under
you
and this is really bad
iv.
pleasejustgetupfromyourchairwalkovertomekissmehardkissmylipsandeyesandwriststhendragmetoyourhousandne-verletmegopleaseplease please
v.
i'm scared of them and it is you they
h(a)unt
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC