Let me light one for my problems
You don’t crash like a wave, you crash like a plane. You crash like a test, you know it’s going to happen, still you run full speed ahead, like a bull drawn to red, draw blood, crash. Draw symbols my freckles connect to make that express the suppressed you can never seem to mutter. What does it matter? All the mutter. I’m allowing the space between the clutter to be engulfed in the mud you call a bath & the suds you say will wash away the doubt that won’t go down like a pill you didn’t want to take in the first place. Like a drain without light like a fist with no might. But I might just go and show you where you lost me and leave you in the shadow of what used to live. But I might just stay in the mud and let the suds wash away the doubt, but I doubt it.
Beats all the lies you can invent.