driving home with my eyes closed, head tilted back
do you ruminate in me, too?
when the spit dries, I resent you
you ask me
if I feel that twinge of shame
I say, “you know it’s all the same”
I carry guilt with me all the time
it’s hard to guess how much of it is mine
all my convictions disappear when I’m beside you
the high I get
makes me feel like I just used
I am left with sugar pill fragments of what belongs to her
but, do you think i’m getting better?
supplemented stability, coveting vitality
you’ve made a charlatan out of me
