8/10/2009

I re
mem
ber
that smile and those teeth
half hidden beneath
the lips that would spit
the same words toward me
the apologies and awkward pleas
the accusations you didn’t mean
always haunting
but never left for dead
bringing back to life
the last word I said
but never meant
because I couldn’t get
a single thing through to you
all I was trying to do
was fill the air
hoping you’d get the hint
and get the fuck
out of here

get the fuck
out of my hair
your fingers gripping and ripping my scalp
clawing my conscience
and pulling it out
do you do you really
want to hear what’s on my mind
or would you rather eat the lies
and pretend everything’s fine
do you do you really
think I’m sleeping sound at night
I haven’t slept sound my whole life
so how could you make it right?