Aug
21
bugs
the smoke
that’s rising from your lips
is no longer
the water in your mouth
you fire off
words to cut
and cut cut
your own heart
and i wonder why
and how you think you could hurt
somebody else
when it’s all you you you
it’s only you
alone
i feel bad
i feel
sad for you
that you cannot be
happy is not an option
in your world of hate
that’s how you feel anyway
but one day
one day
i hope it fills with bugs
fills up to the eyeballs
chrysalise
and
turns to butterflies.
