My mom said that
I think you walk on water.
She told your mom this one day.
...
Hell on Earth,
Heaven in Hell.
Confusion,
Con-fus-ion,
...
Reason and logic;
Doomed components
Of a Borderline Life
Borderline Existence.
...
Lick my wounds with a
Sandpaper tongue
Morphine? Shooting through
My veins
...
Spike my punch with arsenic
Turn table rattle snakes
Sing a special song for me
Put a barcode on my arm
...
Warning: Poetry contained here-in is drab and quite frankly, not that good. Some written while intoxicated. Others, unfortunately not. Proceed with caution. Surgeon General's Warning: Giving shit scores without a comment on why aggravates author to no end, and can cause long strings of expletives from said author towards anonymity and cowardice.)
Sweet Sweet Self-Loathing
Damn me.
Why?
I never should have...
Stopped
Talked
Asked
Walked
Done it.
She hates me now
Damn me!
Why?
I should have...
Turned,
ran.
Thought
Gone home.
I hate me too.
Ameila saved my life back in the 'Nam.