Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Screw therapy, what if I like the twisted bowels of my brain she said

Simplicity be damned she said
Who is to say that I may feel this much
And no more.

Who is to say the scars I lick to sleep every night
May go only so deep
And no more.

They’ll be as deep as my fucking heart she said
If I please and you goddamn well stop saying
No more.

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