Day 3: False start

The 'splitting my sides' visual has appeared in earlier posts...


I cut strings when I wake up,
To untie my tether,
I swim out and climb from the,
Cold, muddy water,
My hands are unbroken, my,
Feet my foundations,
My eyes are the cameras I blur.

And my jacket is torn from the,
Fall from the roadside,
Past signposts and tree-stumps my,
Bones break and split,
And I lie to myself,
Say that everything’s alright,
I know that it’s not, I,
Know that it will never be…

And all of the medicine I took spilled out from my seams
They were split, when I fell,
From all the laughing I did,
When you told me that I was the last boy you’d kiss…
I stood up,
I recoiled,
Brushed it off,
I clenched my fists…

If my sentences get lost,
I’m sure that I’ll find them,
I’ll take photographs like all the
Other found items,
I’ll store them away in that,
Suitcase I’ll file them,
I’ll lock it and hide it away.

And when you ask for details, I’ll,
Laugh it off or lie, I’ll,
Cover my trails like you,
Once covered my eyes,
Asked me who it was and I,
Laughed and I, replied,
“The only girl I’ll ever want or could ever need…”