Wednesday, July 17, 2013

07-16 I'm Gonna Leave You

I try.
I try.
I felt peace.
I slept for three hours.
I forgot,
for three hours,
I slept,
and

then,
the crazy,
sweating,
convulsing,
unpredictable,
please hold me,
smacked me,
across the face,
while I hid,
from his abuse,
in a hole in my bed,
grabbing at the air,
at my beard,
at my dog,

I don't understand.
I don't.

it wasn't you
it wasn't me

it's



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