Lost Body

I'm scribbling out words in my old notebook

It can't be drawn to social theory

Moral sentiment i clearly

Ripped all the rest of my hair out

When I can't stop shaking

And frantically erase all previous romantic malaise today

Can't reach the ceiling

That separates the skin and healing

And shy away from others when I bathe

As if my pain ain't all the rage

Our feet creak the floorboards we dance on

And twist in one another

Our weak weak arms will tire out

And it'll make you sick

When you pull yourself away

My skin tears off

And when you push me round for fun

You play too rough