Tuesday, June 28, 2005

bad habit

bite my nails
until they have scratches.
peel my chapped lips
don't stop til they bleed.
pour me another caffeine
make me more restless.
roll me another joint
send me to a tiring high.

please, do those.
release me from these
unseen pain and tears.
yes, you are allowed
you and those, after all,
are equal.