THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
I am deep, deep down
The tide of insanity has risen to the level of my bed, it's starting to spill over, drunk, listening to Beyonce, a towel I bleached the colour out of, mopping up all the blood-
Racing my own bad decisions-
Bad luck, circumstance-
Still, with a little witchcraft, a little prayer, trying to stem the tears- Still, there's something, still-
Tangled in my blankets, all I think of is something to wrap my arms around. I dream about older brothers, not lovers, about people to take care of, to take care of me- My body feels as lonely as my head does, as my heart-