Blah,Blah,Blah

i feel crazy

working on it
i am all of these words
lost angeles
i sleep with you every night
what i do

my small successes
seem to always be the subject
even to strangers
talking about it
leaves me idle
stupid men with all of their static
i refuse to give in

always in all ways in solitude

sorry i am closed
is one sign i wish to wear
small converstaion hurts

i don't hide my secrets

my inner lfe is unraveling

by letting it out

it becomes new

here is the picture of my heart

seems to me i am looking for something

sometimes
i am lonely

sometimes
i give a fuck


-B