was it day or was it night, I don't remember.
Such a life changing event and I missed it, sort of figures though,
I was always kind of slow and gullible.
I was busy hiding from the storm, licking old wounds,
stuck in time applying band aids to a dam wall in the rain.
Incredibly needy while not feeling particularly needed,
looking for that one thing that would make everything alright.
But Buster would change all of that,
Now, I would hemorrhage self esteem behind nefarious escape attempts,
and weep torrential downpours over a desert of denial.
Buster was an unwanted house guest who rearranges your furniture,
then dismisses your loved ones and pets.
Friendly kisses and casual hugs now a memory,
I search for comfort from the latex talons of paranoia.
The well intentioned ones slice blindly to the bone,
with jagged words wrapped like pleasantries.
with sweetest fruit held up too high,
on my knees I fall harder still.
Why I still have this lust for life?
it's just a measure of my pesky will.
