if only i could just slow down -
panicking here in the safety of your home
no mother, no father –
brother irreversibly stoned.
just the emptiness
of this residence
that makes me feel it's just you and i
subconsciously recognizing that
we both never had real homes
though it's not so charming
while disaster is clawing at your bones.
you're still not whole, boy
but with your pseudo-confidence
you have an inconceivable way of making my confessions
fall apart right at your feet.
we are invincible
and you're just praying to a God you don't believe in.
"you've got those tired eyes.
all the time."