Guts

it’s raining outside and

i’m sickened

blacked out and howling

to the moon

my guts everywhere

chewed up like a plastic bottle

left in pieces

all over the floor

being alone doesn’t bother me though

not really

i like the silence

and

my own company

brings nothing but solace

to think of her with another

makes me burn

red with rage

like a phantom

it cuts me into shreds

but it’s all part of the play

the agony

the ecstasy

it’s a dance whether we like it

or not

i’ve never been much of a dancer

i’ve always waited for the songs to finish

and then enjoyed

the emptiness

that follows

that’s where everything makes sense

the darkness

the stillness

of being apart

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