Poems from sheepishwolf
when october comes back around
i will love you again
but i am currently trying to concentrate
on not drinking myself to sleep
like i have...
in december
you promised me always
and the same with jan/febr/uary
march april may june july august
septem/octo/novem/decem/ber
jan/febr/...
i am covered in scars
tiney white and purple lines cover my wrists
and my thighs and
my upper arms
and my stomach and
sometimes i can...
when it is 3am and you are
weeping endless "come back's"
into thick bedroom air
remember that he does not weep and
he does not lose sleep...
I often find myself wondering if
a rhythm could be ever be placed
alongside these poems about missing
you and the way i felt lying on my...