you root canal-ed my heart today
i'm torn,
it hurt like hell,
the vicodin won't kill the pain,
the pain, the pain,
the pain,
my head is pounding, pulsing,
with a heart that's of its own,
and i'm so sick of
repeating
repeating
what should be set in stone,
two years, i scream
so silently, and curse all i hold dear,
my eyes like the sahara, dried,
dried up,
and rough, i've used up
every tear.
and here is my self confidence:
i'll slather it upon
your up-turned palm,
take it, it is of no use to me,
shred it and destroy,
destroy it,
destroy
what's nearly
gone.
-kb
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