shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone
you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you
what if, what more
i gave it away
now i hate you
couldn’t be bigger
folded into knots
doesn’t feel true
or real now babe
reality was in drag
while dirty beneath
warm and chilled
I am many parts
just one i layed
before you.. my bed
fell down
into your emptyness
Just another way
one more means
sinking possibilties
my neediness, my gray
not to be alone
