I
wish I knew where I stood with you but instead you keep
breaking
me down and breaking me down and breaking me down
and
here I am... clueless... too scared to listen to my own gut
rebuilding
myself and picking up the pieces of my nervous system
as
I stutter my way through another "everything is gonna be
alright"
obsequious
ride or die bitch for my god (my man) or
rather
be alone with just a rosary that doesn't actually belong to
me
bringing me back full circle clutching what so badly
wants to slip through my fingers
wants to slip through my fingers
Amen...
©2013
Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
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