Tuesday, May 8, 2018

who gon pray for me?

how tremendous are these moments of rage,
between us, against us, for us
the rain refuses to die in battle,
and yet gets weaker every second,
that's the rage; the uncontrollable
urge to bite your teeth and scream against the sky.
pure torture.
that's what it feels like, this love for you.
it will never cut off an arm to save the body;
and here i am, ready to blow my brains out,
for you.
go find someone else to torment, rain!
why do you cling when there is nothing to catch your fall?
but let the truth be told,
even my bouncy curls were awaiting your return,
i didn't know it would be that evident.
who's gonna pray for me, darling,
but you?
cuz i'm gonna spill this blood for you, honey.