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