Open Wounds and Dry Ice
This is my first try at something different.
My tears have opened old wounds,
Melting the scabs and leaving them raw.
These tears are different,
Filled with rage and hilarity.
Your delusions have left me laughing
And angry because they
Are
Ridiculous
And
The complete opposite of what I am.
Here, babe.
Let me rip another line ‘till my
Pores go numb,
So I’ll be ready for this apparent
Train ride
You think I’m taking.
I’m too busy falling into these
Blackhole memories
You’ve given me
To be getting into that boat.
Don’t worry;
You’re still the best,
Or another lie I used to
Tell you to get you
To
Shut
Up
And help heal your broken ego.
Please, honey.
Stop inhaling that dry ice smoke
That causes you to come up
With the most fantastical
Fairy tales that
Nightmares envy.
What are you running from?
Can you not handle the reality
That you shattered by never
Being present?
Is your world crashing down
Like mine did the moment I
Walked out of that house?
I don’t even know if you have
The capacity to feel
Such
Sweet
Sorrow.
Yes, I have forgiven you,
But,
Baby,
I will not forget.
Go report that.
