hold me while I wait to be extinguished
I fear the white hot artifice
in those janky hanging lights…
uh huh,
in polite tones, she dissects my soul
— she eats my scraps of hope,
promises wrapped in less than nothing…
hold me while I hang on for forgiveness
for the myriad lies I’ve told
and for all the times I’ve sold myself
for maybe less than nothing…
the mark is on me now
and the future tie-dyed, berry-blue
and all of it’s washed away
— hold, hold…
anyway(s)—I’ve used up all my anyways
and I’m oh so glad you liked them
— a mi manera
— a mi manera
yeah, that’s how I had to do it…
hold me while I tell you why I had to do it
and maybe soon we’ll laugh
and say it’s all been worth it,
worth it, worth it
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Garbage Notes:
There’s a lot going on in this one. So when I step back and analyze what might have been happening in my head at the time I wrote this, it really takes a bit of dissection…