What have i broken in this house?
The kitchen chair
The washing machine
Myself
The infinite idea that
You cant be saved
And we cant be saved
From the way
We die everyday just
To name our sadness
and then smoke another
Cigarette and ponder
Abandonment of all
things with a heart beat
Because they didn't
Have to say those things
And you didn't have to cry
But you did and you
Can't find a hospital
That stiches up bleeding
Arms and lost weekends
And ties a pretty bow
around your neck
