Routine Heartbreak – Day 333, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Don’t ask me how my day is,
Nor what’s wrong with me.
You can care less about the pain in my arteries,
Being pumped through my legs weak enough to not walk,
Yet,
Strong enough to crawl towards what’s hard to see for most,
But,
Routine for me to cope with…

Limitless,
Are my shoulders carrying another’s tears as I asseverate my love for them.
Witnesses!
Aren’t what I’m used to as friendship for me is now foreign.
Mistresses,
Are all I get along with as I cross borders between what I need,
And,
What I want with a life I abhor…

This.
This tends to get too heavy for anyone to curl.
It’s why I write a bar ringing a bell,
Or two,
While I hurl shots at relationships that never worked out.
And,
I’m not really sorry whether or not anyone gets caught in the crossfire while I life mounds,
Of skeletons from my closet to a grave guarded by bloodhounds,
You’ll recognize as a pen as bloody as my mouth…