Deep Down
The truth about me lies in the crevice of lonely. Where two is rarely seen less we are connected by blood stream. & hearts never touch less of my womb. Appearing lost because I haven’t been found. Sketchy wrongs twist my arm into thinking I’m near a love boat but temporary moments come to steal my reality and get me caught up in what could be, what should be & I fade into oblivion because that is where I live with you. With him and him And him And him and him and love doesn't live here. No different than the rest- a product of my own mess & it owns me right down to the nooks & the crannies.










