Bleeding is Lonely

ever so foolishly in love with you

always so foolishly in love with you

i lapse and fall in gaps for you

like a stiletto in city street cracks for you

(pshh, listen: i ain't a poet, it's just with you

sometimes

it's easier to make it rhyme — 

it helps me make sense of this brokenness inside)

fuck you all time

in fact

here's a cluster of fucks:

packaged and wrapped to your home address,

slotted on the back of a deliveroo boy's back

ready for you to unwrap

"there will be blood"

i wish somebody would've said

before, i

fired the

cleaner

the dry cleaner

the garbage man

the handy man

all the employed and working

parts of my brain

that help me stay sane

"there will be blood"

i wish somebody would've said

before, i

landed in your bed (again)

"there will be blood"

i wish somebody would've said

before, i

fell and

died

baby, bleeding is lonely