flesh please

when we waited,

ours is an agreement

that’s breaking hurt,

like a reverse bear trap,

or an opened mind

by the stroke of midnight,

but I was there when you

said you didn’t know

yet you came and saw angry

words every minute, or

as much as the bad was before

whenever these attentions

were not the focused day,

can I document this hell

of my own misunderstandings

that I bleedingly  need to

deal with, just get

really fucking ready

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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