Forgetting to clean up
I’d bleed myself to make you smile
Leave scalpels lying on the ground, as proof
Of bad habit and my existence.
Whether I’d scream thunders loud enough for the heavens or
Open wounds deep enough to stay dry
You’d walk right through, without a word
Untouched or unwilling
Keeping answers anchored by the sea.
Love is not sheltered
So keep me exposed to the pain of the elements,
And the joys that come amidst the whole.
It all blends so quickly
I drink, I leave, I lose, always—
Forgetting to clean up.
© jk.larayne, 2018