Hours splintered, spiked – no glycerin
Soured highs, fights for the iterim
Thought tonight you really needed me
You’re just mad-again
You say it’s naught!
about the Mexican
but it is about him-again
when he just played some symbol in a narrative of a marriage that
Should’ve been a never-been,
according to him…
According to your “her“
According to you, except we were, fifteen years too late-
For you to tell me then.
Sell me on ______ then?
No, you’d rather be high, stay high than forgive my sins
And I’d rather die, rather die, than believe a lie
You and I have been an ever-been,
Instead my mind keeps focused in
Never. Wear. Again.
So the time won’t bend
And our days never end
And every day blends the same, you complain
my lights are dim.
And all my lights are dim.
And I did want him.
Because you were never there!
Every night, waiting up for me, you were never there.
No you never came, no you were not there
In our first damn place!
And now after I stayed. I stayed and stayed.
And I stayed, even after my own time left me-
I didn’t have to stay.
He passed me, disappeared like glaze…
And they all said GO, but I stayed and stayed.
And your spikes spiked high enough – ENOUGH!
that I knew I would just stay
You still complain-
You still complain.
You want the girl in math or the girl on the train
Or the girl in the skirt or the girl with no brain
Or the girl who was mean or the girl with cocaine
Or the girl who’s a child or the girl you can drain
Or the girl makes you cry
Or the girl bares your name
You want the girl you can bludgeon
The one you can blame for your shame
But I’m not the girl you should kill.
I’m just the girl who refrains…
Flowers wither, wilt – no vase they’re in
Cowered heights, low tide, bleed my wrists again
I thought you finally let me free, but no
You roped me close again
And it’s not about the bed again
No, you’re right.
But it is about your rape again
Call it what it is-
That it’s not just some symbol in the narrative of your family that should have been a never-been
Before me- anything
But an odorless, colorless, non toxic, smoothed over
mess I’m in
Alexa, wake me up at Die AM
Hours gliding by blank- in glycerin
You wouldn’t fill the hours in