refuge

walden freeman

i think of the sleepy,
collapsing constellations
that we've been at times
i'm a seer believer
great big pile of leaves

on the curb
out of reach
on a flooded-over beach
i'm a stick in the mud
and baby i'm stuck

and i'm eternally fucked
but sleeping with you took the pain all away

comfortable in considerate pain
i believe you should know
i'm a seer believer
king-sized bed without sheets
and a wounded refuge

but being with you made the pain go away
i'm a seer believer
long-sleeved shirt with no sleeves
and nothing i do is ever enough
i'm eternally fucked

and he'll be dead when she gets home
we'll kill ourselves
if it's the last thing we ever do