Asylummn

Maybe it was me,

wandering around walmart at one in the morning,
seeming lonely as can be.

Wishing, hoping, trying to attract something,
meeting in the yogurt section.
Talking for half hour.

Screaming, or at least feeling like i am.
Losing my shit,
and crying like i never have before.


Learning my lesson,
and needing to take more than a grain of salt.

Using my body as means of escape.
Not knowing which way to turn,
because everything is spinning to badly.

You can't forget what you did last night,
or all those others,
body as means of transportation for a trapped mind.

all of those different places,
with different people,
pouring my heart in a pitcher for you to serve among your friends.

It'll happen again,
and we'll be in this situation,

Lets try and figure things out,
while your brain has paused long enough,
and legs are still.

Coffee, and a smoke should do it.
Now bat your eyelashes for real little girl,
because i know you're scared shitless.
Refuse me,
because i'm aware you see more.