Tag: wordpress poem

I catch myself wanting

to break this bottle

over the teeth

of the fence directly left -

to sit and cry

a little,

but I’d just go back in

and buy another. 

Also, I gave up crying

for lent, 

permanently. 

Hit one on the first floor,

because my muscle memory

says, “down.” 

Have I really become so afraid

of intimacy that I’d sabotage

anything resembling 

just so I could go get let

down. 

How that bell rings

around my head:

You have it in you to die,

coward,

but not to live. 

You’re lucky my guilt

outweighs my disgust.