Evermandibles

[Saint]

No idea.
Here’s solid proof that solitude brings problems through to me
beautifully maneuvered seams sutured me in cocoons of dreams
A monsoon of streams, burst the dam, I write cursive plans
In hope the church of damned men, can nurse this man
Back to a foothold, back to a crawl at least a college geek
But she puts a pause in speech, I won’t rise, so solve my yeast
Resolved and seated in chairs, breathing impaired, see the despair?
Hearts needing her care so bad, my lungs start squeezing the air
In the dark, eating a pair of emotional traits, such as personal hate
And a nervous escape from guilt is what this person will make
Hurting I break myself, into a human jigsaw, puking his gal
Tying a noose with a song, confused & in awe cuz Cupid IS wrong

Written when the wifey and I had problems.

everman