comprehending new horizons might be like looking over the edge of a cliff.
that wont hurt as much as an awkward nights sleep on the couch
but still, it's somewhere in between, like bed bugs
Cold sores, demons. bug bites, pimples.
your struggle painting
with the detail of a artist.
i wont believe what you heard
and i don't want to hear what I said.
two sluggers just swinging
and ignorantly brushing away the good.
I can tell I am sailing into a dark realm.
but i can't steer away
i love you
but this is for everyone to see.
prying eyes shaking hands..no sleep. no smiles.