You took apart my life.
What'd you find on my insides?
Pictures of us hung with twine;
strung from my organs taped and tied.
You said i would be fine.
But everyone knows. Every. One. Knows.
Days spent marking time.
Marching time.
Parking fines.
I wish that I could say “better days” unafraid.
An avalanche of love buried and broke my trust.
And everyone knows. Every. One. Knows
