I’ve slept on a mattress on the floor,

I’ve kissed an old friend

All night

And wanted more.

I’ve begged my eyes to bleed

Those rare salty waters

And waited all night

For them to heal

What bothered

My furious mind all anxious

And wanting

For feeling not sinking.

Oh god please cure me quickly.

Sinking

In bile and desire and regret,

I think I’ll

Never get it back

From the edge I left it on,

All full of purpose and words,

But breaking off into the ocean

As I wave goodbye

Like a good, well-adjusted boy.