Refugee

Relationship

 

The good days bleed into the bad

But I line our joy with plastic.

 

I think I'm a slave and a refugee all at once

Masturbating against the bars

And all too soon I'm sneaking the key.

 

Your beauty pours out onto me

And the lightness of loving you has traces of heroin.

 

You don't know how to give

When it clashes with the slightest want

And my chest feels dented from the bludgeoning

Of imbalanced punishing.

 

Just turn up the radio full blast

And keep on loving.

Reviews

[zainul]

Great work