Come to me, Sufferer
Let's blame the sky for bitter endings
Bring your bruises
Just to forget his face
Just to forget the length of these roads.
I am spent,
Impatient and perverted in thought,
Yet relentless in guilt.
It comes in waves, these feelings of incompetence,
A dark buzzing in my head, still there, worth fleshing out.
But these wounds will heal
These feet will harden again.
Beware the man who has nothing left to lose.