Sometimes.
At times.
I don't know how to do things
Well.
I do things like
Send voice messages
To someone who's deaf.
I sometimes speak
In the voice that you left me
And wanna clip-claw my tongue
Out of mouth is
Out of mind.
There's a cough in the wall
And a little hurt in my knee
I get stuck. Scared.
Try and run through
Doors that won't have me.
There's a hollow
I don't know how to chew through.
You set your sights on me
Think I'm as average as a tree
Then you cock your gun,
And level with me.
Too slow. Not yours to target.
And never will be.
This is one
Of the days
When things won't go
Well.
This is one
Of the days
When I wish they'd lay
Out my life before me
So I wouldn't have to yell.
I like instability
When I don't gotta
Look it in the face.
Like the scent of freedom
Smell of all the roads
I could yet take.
Worries me to decide,
The chime of funeral bell.
Worries I got broke somehow.
Can't be broke if
you'll still risk love.
'Cause love takes grit
And ain't for the weak of heart.
I think you damaged
The part of me that could
Love people a-new.
I think you broke
And I didn't hold on to it
Hard enough.
I think. I think.
But I no longer love.