Anyone else ashamed of what they are?
The smoke curls around my fingertips.
Burned you. Dunno why.
Beat your head into a mess of wet meat.
Dunno why.
Took myself out on myself.
Breathe in poison. Try not to smile.
Try not to cry.
Still okay to scream.
Still okay to drag the needle across your brain.
Used needles.
Crusted over with aborted scabs.
Withering away.
No one to put all this hate into but myself.
No fix until the weekend.
Need a hit.
So take you out on you.
One with none. Comes with instructions.
Because...
you... I?-
can't bear to see her in pain.
Hate that pout.
Only smiles... please.
Only laughter in this house.
You know the one...
small ranch... yellow sheets.
Big orange couch.
...what rhymes with orange?
Doesn't matter,
I'm not that kind of poet anyway.
I'm no kind of poet.
I'm no kind.
Outsider.
Wanting
only
everything.
Tout dans rien.
Seulement vous.
