One Month

The tears fumbling over the brim of my eyelids

Soaking the lashes with their salty-coating drip-drops

Sniffling and wondering and panging with the burn in

The back of my swollen pus filled throat

I’ve been alone for a while and it feels like you like it that way

You like all the free time away from free mind cling time

Crazy mind cry time psycho-sponge-emoti-mess

I suck out all the hope you ever had in your head to be some

Boy who can do what he loves and be what he wants

And have friends and not be stolen away from the masses of people

Who scream and pine for him

Shoot, score, shoot, score, shoot hit miss

Was I just a shoot and a score a score a score

Was I just the girl you bet you could score?

I know I’m not the girl that you love more

I suppose I’m doomed to be that lonesome person

To cry unequally out of my eyes

To choke on my own saliva

And finally to pull on my sleeve and question why

I’ve gone a whole month.