Bloody

Twenty-Four
Forty-Eight
Till’ my baby gon’ leave me She don’t need me
You left it, bloody
In the bathroom
I was just waiting for you For you
I could feel it
I could feel it in the way you looked at me that night What we do
It ain’t new
In the middle of the night I miss the home
That we built Me and you
Poems I never read by my bed stand Every since you left —
I gotta figure how my legs stand Weak as shit
Need sit
Might take a sip
Our faces lined in augua Rebirth by cool water
Found the words when I lost you Twenty four to fourty eight
Across the time that I would find these Whispers of possessions
If every loss is just a lesson I’ve been
Truant, reckless
Truant, reckless
Fuck it
Fuck it
Only a god could forgive it
I can feel nights we had
I can feel when we go to bed And I look in your eyes
I can see it
I can see it
And I know that you’re scared But don’t rush me
Cause all the times that we share They mean something
I can feel it