I defecate my feelings, for my stomach hurts every time I
fall in love.
Moments collapse under the weight of demands
A change of style, a change in time, one-night stands.
Skinny hands emerged from empty bottles
Boxing gloves jerking off my thoughts
I spread my ideas all around your beds
Emphasized existence through dandy events.
Cemented hearts, fortified souls
No way in, keep the search alive;
A struggle to puke away into the night
Among choking strangers, a glamorous vibe
A compelling speech I might say
A fear that survives strong winds
A need to run on the wither fields
But
emotions brutally slither
Burning
my stomach, hit after hit
Until
I have to take another shit.
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