spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
I am fucking low
I’d say don’t give up on me
But
We all know I want you to
Once he said
“If you say that enough
One of these days I’m going to leave”
It was no surprise when he did
Nowadays I’m alone
More alone than I want to be
On some days
But most days I hate myself
I want you to hate me too
So I’ll just say
Please forgive me
While I slit my wrists
And cry in the dark
Again
tara caribou | ©️2018
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