Fucked up

March 27, 2010

If I could prepare a list
of all the shit
that tore me up
it would never end.
Inconsiderate incontinence
Stray bullets and nightmares
Dangling dead bodies
And decapitated corpses
Limp lifeless
Graffiti like hieroglyphics
Secrets of where Dad works
Fighting and screaming
Neither really loving
Lines on the sidewalk becoming state lines
Rehearsing the perfect words
So that you will love me
Love me?
Child adult
Abuse and abuse and neglect
Followed by actions I regret
Bottles and boys
All the while no emotion.


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