excuse me for not being in the right mind
or for wasting your time
but you go me under
dirt and grime
just so for you
i could shine
excruciating and raw
watch me dissolve
and melt into thick wax
cause now
i can't relax
without losing track
of the time
of how long
you've spent in my mind
dirt and grime
excuse me for
these scars you see
on my arms so red
i stab myself each night
and keep buckets that i've bled
to paint
you
but now the blood on the canvas
has turned blue
and brown
overwhelmed by the sound
of my walls
because i've drowned
under
dirt and grime
YOU ARE READING
Ouch: i'm still not over you
Poesíapoetry about heartbreak, betrayal, and disappointment.