Stubborn
I have no need to discover
Where the fault in my construction lies
because there are flies where I lie
and my chapped mouth sighs
unable to take issue again
with those things which don't say goodbye
I'm clenched around my frozen fist
which beat the bones of a horse
that died so long ago
Poems spill from my lips
as though I speak of yesterday
as though I'm justified to say
that this is all unfair,
when really, the fair is over
and the tent are drawn
When I'm just wading in an overgrown field
cutting my toes on trash that remained...
over and over...
I'd like to think that I'm good
or that I am the strong hero
who won't draw the line,
that will rap on the door until
his knuckles break
Or will stand until his body fails
Who will stay until he can no more
until the floor swallows him whole
But I'm
not
strong...
I'm just
afraid...
I just can't live in a world where you're away
and my faults find me wanting
at the memory of your feet
and nothing now will fix me...
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