“Let’s talk about your hair and how its grown”

all the guts I let spill out of my teeth

all of the things I wish you didn’t know

the way you go through life, your sword unsheathed

About the way I wish I didn’t feel

about how we both know that you don’t care

Let’s talk about these wounds that just won’t heal

how we know we’re not getting anywhere
I’ll go to sleep and dream of better things

And I’ll wish I could stop dreaming of you

Let’s talk about your hair and it will sting

I’ll be numb, I will wish for something new

Please take it easy on me I am yours

But loving you, it really is a chore

By D.A.