JAGUAR
10.21.20
once again, i lost everything i wanted to say in the things i kept secret.
i wonder what it feels like,
when i play at great dodge
another question you don’t ask
is just another blank canvas
for who’s benefit?
not sure who’s holding onto daydreams anymore
when i hand you my wrists
we buckle yours down
that unspoken agreement that knows
chains
are just my eyes looking for an exit row
i think you know what hides in my sheets
caught in the scene with the weapon
who gets away with murder when
they wash their linen because you see
no you don’t
the things you love
are still the shames old heartaches
taught me to hate