Handing out flyers
To strangers
To make quite sure they know
I once loved you
If I am anything but
Tired
I am awake at all hours
To shoo away the flies
Buzzing at my brain
I deny my body what it is
Made of
And I sometimes piss blood
In honor of your leaving
That is no reason to
Remember my time
Cutting to pieces the tools
That used to
In search of reconciliation
With our affections
To have known even a little existence
As we laid over my bed sheets
And never under
I guess you could call me lucky
But I prefer to call it
Abuse
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