bloodiness

weed

I stood there while
both phones rang
was there
something else
you needed to
rub in my face ?
cut me open
one more time ?

weed

I won't let you do it

weed

why is it
that everytime
I feel
ten seconds
of peace
you have to
rip it away
from me ?
one way
or another
you get to me ...
phone calls
socks and underwear
high protein cereal bar
the pictures
that I took down
but somehow
still seen
everytime I pass
by the mirror
I can't figure out
your riddles
so I quit trying

weed

like the
red chalk
on my boots
or
the paint
on my shirt
isn't reminder enough ?

weed

thank you
for making
me sick again

oh well
the less
food I eat
the more
money
in my pocket

weed

add the
"fruit colored"
fuzz
that won't
come off
my white clothing
to the list

weed

I can only hope
that the noise
comming from your
water pipes
keeps you up
all night

I hope your eyes
are tired and
burn like hell

weed

I hope
every sip
of wine
looks and tastes
the blood
that spilled
from my wounds

I hope
that every time
you hear
birds sing
you hear
me crying