"i need it"
I grit my teeth
and push back tears
and swallow
the scraping lumps in my throat,
I need all of it,
I want the stabbing pain
upon my heart,
to feel the existential flesh
rip open and tear apart
like a slicing knife tearing through
the folly of my mind,
I want to become something
other than this,
I don't want to find satisfaction
in happiness,
would rather fine tune
to the misery
and relish in its aftermath
becoming something
that looks at memories
for the pain they contain
and drinks it in
as a more suiting consolation,
I want enough of it
so that I can justify everything
that I have done
and give purpose for everything
that is to come.
-Armando Torres


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