I am afraid you don’t understand
what you don’t know
and you know very little
of the madness that ensues
I’m afraid your crescendo
falls in the wrongs highs
of my recklessness
of the animal who ensures
that we never stop running
prey and predators baby
are my design
and some comic fate you will become
for stories to children and peers
about needles and procedures done wrong.
Don’t be my errors
don’t be the function of my broken heart
don’t be the missing string in my guitar
don’t be the shitty acoustic song.
Don’t be my terror
because scared I am whenever I see you
singing tunes to my broken heart
being the lost soul of my guitar
being the last call at the bar.