displacement, pt. 2

here i am again, mouth red & budding & shedding,
not full of blood but of anger & disappointment & 
okay, yes, maybe blood too. 

something in my chest keeps pricking &
rubbing up against the inside of my skin.
the inside of my skin tastes like empty &
loneliness, & by that i mean that it tastes
like god. i keep writing poems to the 
nothingness & it keeps sending them all
back to me, unread & throat slashed.

what i’m saying is that the inside of my body
feels like the outside of my body when the 
outside of my body is full of scars and is 
rolling around in a tub of salt. what i’m saying is
that i’m always pressing & rubbing in salt
in the places where it hurts
(which is everywhere). 

too many poems as confessionals. 
too many poems as ‘i’m tired of the hurt.’ 

truth is, i think i’m splintered.
truth is, it’s too much. 


This is extremely great song. But to me the video they did for it whoever did this was just great. People make mistakes. But dont let that mistake define who you are or make you do things to loose your love.