Inferior and Intoxicated

i could reach deep down and reference

the same old things i am used to—

—but sure i am confused 

who wouldn’t be

every day

every week

i roll up my sleeves so

all the blood drains out

straight from my heart

because i don’t just wear it

on my sleeve

i wear it on every single inch 

of my body

it’s apparent to everyone else

was it apparent to you?

not quite enough!

why do you only come around

when you need something? 

it’s obviously convenient for 

you. 

i found all the toxic ink in my life

much like the kind that outlines

your tattoos

and dumped it down the drain 

until it bled all the way down

better there than me—

—my eyes stung from the 

constant tears of joy

that flowed steadily now

i still do not know why 

you’d only call when 

you felt manic

again

it’s always what is best for you

not anymore. 

it’s about me now.