I like when people realize I’m crazy,
and they cry “I never signed up for this!”
As though I ever did?
But let’s make this all about you
while inside, my madness swirls
and your loud complaints are painting
oily black smears across my soul.
And you can’t just love me anyway?
Follow me a little, get lost inside with me?
We could cuddle and make it a day,
get high and kiss until our lips are bruised?
Turn this oily mess into something soft and blue?
Turn this madness into loving you?
It could be so easy to tape me up and make me whole,
But you fight this wonderful madness
slash and scratch and make me bleed
and I’m spilled across the floor
where you slip and fall.
I’m truly sorry, this is all my fault
I’ve ruined it all.
No soft touches nor any breaths that I may take
into my lungs and hold a piece of you.