High CrimesLast week I bit my cheekHigh Crimes4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It hurt for days
I spit, blood and spit and flesh
I try to impress, everyone;
Even people I hate.
I just want to be loved;
I have nothing to offer in return.
I pick at my fingers until they bleed.
I pick at the scabs deliriously;
I keep thinking pain will wake me up.
I drive too fast,
Or I drive too slow;
When I am alone I roll down the windows;
I want to freeze, I want to be cold.
I make so many mistakes,
That my mistakes start to make me.
I lie to everyone I see,
I couldn't care less whether they believe.
I'll never let any of them in anyways.
I'm not so coordinated but I am very strong,
I lift weights because, overall, I feel vulnerable.
I have an unfinished tattoo;
Unfinished dreams, maybe they are in fact finished;
Because they will never be complete.
I don't listen well; at my best I'm waiting to speak.
Maybe I didn't hear what was said, then accused of not caring;
That's probably true also.
I say things to hurt people,
People who often hurt me.