• There is sickness in the way my
    body bends with pain
    And my eyes bulge with the strain
    not to cry.

    Are you laughing because there is
    madness in this strange
    mind?

    So there's sanity in the way you
    sigh,
    passively. . . Agressively?

    If I try and fix things
    But wholly you break them end on end
    Just know I told you to try
    So I would not depend

    On the only things that drive
    My heart to fully contend
    That which calls it now, and

    Which called it way back then-
    Love.

    To fully bow my body
    as if in pain.
    Eyes screwed up, creating salty lake,

    Face distorted--

    This is your fun in the back of my mind and
    in the fronts my heart acke.