hello stranger

hello stranger
you're a cloudy and unforgiving mist
that never leaves my brain
i'm waiting for the crack and peel of my
skin to shed so that you may see something
more recognizable in me.

hello stranger
i'm quite sure
we have the same burns and itches
so would you mind
not being too careful with me?

hello stranger,
hello stranger
i'm not quite sure where you're taking me.

nothing can break me nothing can bend me nothing can save me

all these sounds in my head rasp and sound too simple
and maybe i am truly losing my grip on everything.
the tang in my mouth is acidic, coppery.
i'm looking for blood in exchange for those months
because nothing can erase the cruel grip of
broken uncertainty.

nothing can break my bones and cause me pain
like the disappearance of an old friend to an old
soul. so i was close to self flagellation
those sins no easy task to crack, a shell of skin
not easily shed.

then you came back.

you clutched me in the red light district i'm surprised you didn't miss it

i've gone and done it again
vacated the inside of my head
so don't look at me
don't try to tell me
"i won't do that to you again"
god said it was one in every ten
from where i'm standing
it seems to be everyone
i put my fist through a mirror today
i don't want to see the vacancies
the cheap neon inconsistencies
but you still put your hand inside of me
thinking it will start me
no, no it won't
i am not here
i haven't been here for awhile
but i should assume you missed that
with your gaping absence
not something you can fix with insistent pleas
i feel like a flea bag
itching and itching
skin red and angry and torn
i will remember shame
i will remember that you're no different
just looking for an opening
with a line cut and grafted like bone
my body rejects it
because that line isn't your own