Bruised Knees & Broken Dreams
Lately
































Lately I've had to tuck my hands
inside my back jean pockets
so they won't be tempted to stray
into the company of your deceiving hands.
And so, when you call obscenities,
my fingers wont gently bow down
and leave the middle one standing
alone.

Lately I've had to close my eyes
so they wont become entagled in yours.
So they wont invite themselves to
keep cozy in your warm presence.
And so, when you turn your eyes away,
my eyes wont angrily collapse on me
and release a steady flow of
tears.

Lately I've had to close my mouth
and tuck in my jealous lips.
So that when yours are near,
mine wont be infatuated and lost in yours.
And so, when you kiss her mouth,
my lips wont become enraged
and silently murmur "fuck
you."