Have to watch myself,
watch my step and,
my next sip, of
tongue-loosening alcohol
watch that I don't slip
up
reveal too much
skin or
soul
watch that I don't become someone else
watch that I don't let it show
watch that I don't let it out
watch that I keep your secrets
to myself
have to watch myself
'cause you aren't looking out for me (anymore)
you never were, and
I have have to watch my stupid heart
so that it doesn't
sneak onto my sleeve
have to watch my mouth
(so it doesn't taste something it shouldn't)
so I don't have to eat my words (tomorrow)
have to watch myself
so that I don't watch you
Heartraped
We are the heartraped
we've loved and lost and taken
leaps of faith and fallen
We've been battered, bruised and betrayed,
amused, abused, amassing
bad karma, cosmic balance (on the beam)
laughed and languished, lamenting
who, wherefore, and how
we've scribbled scrawled and spewed
words, wasting white pages
relishing black thoughts
we've doodled and dreamt and descended
from lofty articulations
to low emanations
actualities of our (base) minds and hearts
(We are loud literature students
talking about poetry and sex,
literature and lust)
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"have to watch myself
'cause you aren't looking out for me (anymore)
you never were, and
I have have to watch my stupid heart
so that it doesn't
sneak onto my sleeve
have to watch my mouth
(so it doesn't taste something it shouldn't)
so I don't have to eat my words (tomorrow)"
I really liked this.
Thank you Mike! I read it at Grumpy's and it seemed that most of us (including myself a bit) thought the heart on my sleeve part was too cliche and obvious. But I wanted to keep it, so I am really glad you like that part :) and didn't make a comment about the cliche-ness of it.
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