Confundi la madrugada con la atardecer
I can’t let myself want
Much for much
Longer
Now all that consumes
Me is the thought of blue-
Berry muffins on my severed tongue
Retribution for saying too much
Of myself
Among other things
The sting of silence sentencing
Us to strangers stirs
Just as heavily as the pressing
Of this pen to paper
I used to feel
High and it felt
Like you
But the push
Of this pen
Aches in me
Retribution for giving too much
Of myself
Among other things
You’ve made my words
Bleed
You’ve made
My words bleed
Not onto the page
But like a bleed
To the brain possibly
Fatal
I mis-
Took you in a lover
‘S veil
As a kind soul
A testament to a life
Driven by should have
Knowns (forgive me for I am oh so young)
Retribution yes I did it all
Out of love
Not for it
Keep all I’ve given I
Insist
But if the brain
Bleed hasn’t beaten you to
It remember that it is due
To you that my words need
Resuscitating
Keep my stomping
Ground my love and craft
Elect to block the source
My greatest retribution comes from finding
Your words on my paper
Your words on my page
I introduced the two and want
It back only that
I too elect to block
Out any semblance of you
But your ink
Is on my page
Your words on my paper
Block
Block
Block
