it's like a book elegantly bound but
in a language
that you can't read
just dying of intoxication
dying on the floor
but in your arms
dying in various locations.
just wanting to remember
trying to stop
trying but not wanting to
trying to understand
the want and the try
the stop.
wanting all
needing none
i'm sorry.
you do nothing but give
my sorries own reasons
and my reasons own shame
i own shame.
it goes by other names
called on the streets, pride and
prejudice, and behind closed doors,
a hunger. i'm sorry.
it can't be explained because
it cannot be understood.
not understood? mostly ignored
and partially accepted. deceptive.
we understand.
but the caring is less than the 3/5ths
that kept you at bay.
in a language that you can't read
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