what am I
coagulation of nerves and
head full of bullshit shadows of
a young man I think I loved but maybe not
really
head upon a broad chest and arms curled
do I just want protection
from everything I see myself in?
life on a Simpson's couch
fairytales plodding and falling apart
in front of my eyes
until I just die
never mind because I
am worth more than that
never mind
never mind
