September 27, 2011

never maybe

...

to the cockroach in my mind,

i can feel your sticky smooth presence

and i hear the odor of a lonely world

your pine-needle legs tapping on my mental folds

attempting to make me boil with overflowing cold

your itchy silence echoing

"hes not for you" "yall arent a we"

leaving your black smudges on my brainfloors

just so you can humanize me to set my soul free

but ill  make you a deal you nonbelieving-love whore

i will accept you and eternally welcome you in

but only if

you gnaw away the mindwalls of doubt &  negativity

and leave those precious ones for me

...for HIM...


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