I'm sorry I put poison on the table
in beer bottle glass
because it's all I've got to give but
I don't wanna talk about that
I wanna talk about loaded guns in the backseat
of my car
at two in the morning with smoking skin
because you gave me a good night and I have been
aching
for a better time
so forgive me when I stumble through my goodbye
like choking on glass and sand and all that gravel
you keep wrapped around your voice
I guess I don't really like me sober
I'm not sorry I brought you down
into the earth with me
I wanted something rich and raw and
living
because I come from broken thrones
I am the act of crushing bones and cracking skulls
I'm misery in the making and
I wanted to make the night hard on you
to watch you struggle with the craving
and slow wrought goodbyes
that I force out of you
like honey and vinegar and all that
liquor
I keep wrapped around my throat
I guess I don't really like you sober
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
