As I go off on another bender,
I meant bending fenders,
Mending malnutrition manipulation,
To be ready for any misconception,
Situating situations subliminally so someone else sees the damage I do to me,
Is that conscious, am I clear, when am I even here,
Hearing hoards or horrors hollowing whole holes of hatred,
In place of the more humble heart that had to take it,
The beating, the bashing and blaming for shaming,
All the sudden seduction of suction to the seems of discussion,
To discuss secrets and serious dreams that we love and
Live in more than the moments were giving between moving and moldin,
Better parts of our futures when theres no one to hold hands,
Hold handy the handier parts of my history to erase the simpler parts of my misery.
Because, between you and me,
This isnt who I use to be.
NV. – written on April 24th, 2018 started @ 3:50 p.m. finished @ 4:10 p.m.