a little late
by Dayne Harris
Stay wouldn’t you like to stay sink in your skin with me? why don’t you give it a taste?
stand tall with your thieving hands while you’re stealing my contraband. I would have gave it away.
You know me better than my best friend, holding you closer to my chest you own me a little late.
Drained these chemicals keep me awake, Im carefully counting the days the scars and the stains. Wait give me a chance to explain why a spoons on the stove in a flame well you were running away.
you sold me laughing with the tricks up your sleeve clutching to my hopeless heartbeat i was never afraid. you told me youre laughing with your best friends loathing and smoking cigarettes and throwing my pictures away.